The World Is Yours - Clear Soul Forces

You see these four stars align, our constellation

Flashes of Nazi Germany, our camp’s concentration

This is war nigga but what we need is love

They say we not the ones, the evidence is OJ’s gloves

We did it, Delta Airlines, to me, women are all the same

You’ll never replace Steph and that standing at the baggage claim

Watch the penmanship ink the Genesis, no Sega, Omega creator

Fists in the air, pay homage to Huey Newton

But to leave the world behind like the theory of evolution

Big bang nigga, that’s our cue to take off like DeRo, we dope

We say Fan-Ta-Sa-Ro, beat killers, stretch till the world is ours

Victor Von, Reed Richards, fantastic, kill ‘em all with this rap shit

Shoot ‘em across the Atlas in a Galactic, Galactus.

The world is yours and everything in it

We all about to come up, ‘bout to get lifted

Uh, crush dice with my wrist click

Bad broads, couple cars and a big clique

The world is yours and everything in it

The hoes pour it up, Earl Flynn to the center

Like, like the world is yours, like, like the world is yours.

These R-H-Y-ME Panamers ain’t cheap

We came a long way from the bullshit, knee deep

We young kings and you can see the look in they face

They looking shook as our community

When gats clicked, them niggas started rocking up

And cutting that hard white and cocaine shit

Bars costing you dead shit, homie

Who the fuck you think you talking with?

And by the way, keep your offering, your orifices officers

We harder than most artists' offerings, scour the market

Baby, my jogging a little altered, we just wanna see them titties

That’s falling out of your halter, make me dive ‘cross the water

While sipping this (?) with my Ghostface wallabies

We gotta be nothing short of anomalies.

You probably try angles like an isosceles

We the reason people waking up, the flow is coffee beans

C with the S and the F beside that,

We the symbol like the high hat,

Yeah ‘cause odds are we about to blow

You could bet your bottom dollar like you dropped your wallet on the floor

A giant fee we fight for, fum,

Boy you dropped the bar, just let it go

Y’all got swag, we got flows,

Catch me in the sto' shopping for a glow nigga.

To roll this mind weep, rhyme right, lethal, light these on a complex

Keeping the spikes speckle, yo rent, (What's up?) Tell these niggas this that

(Cowboy Beebop, Eli), chop ‘em down with that E.I., we G.I., you average

(Doe Swars?) a nigga, stand for the revo, won’t get that blog ya nigga

Money, sex, drugs, hoes, the true school heads is loving it though

We four niggas broadcasting with the Comcast off, in back struggling

(?), we ain’t thugging, my niggas just like the bone to the harmony

Analogy, an I.E., we showing you how to fuck beats, yo fuck beats

My shit hot, repeat yo shit for this jock who get not

But now you oh oh, oh this shit knock B, Ilajide, bitch can call (?)

Blowing like kamikaze, you acting like Johnny Kaji

See, we just want your mama jumping like Juwani

Rolling doobies in the cut, Hatori Hanzi, play and raise it up

Dealer slum village on the lodge looking vigilante

And (?), life sucks, gangi, that’s what we on for sure

The world is yours, holla at a nigga when we on though.