Nas - No Idea's Original lyrics

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No idea's original
There's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness
Around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major
No idea's original
There's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness
Around? Material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major

If niggas could look inside my mind
You'll find where bodies are buried
First look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution
Past the brain cell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific
The stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day
I live with this torture
Lightin' spliffs up to stay
High like 24 hours sleep with my heat
Wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women
Kills demons long as I'm still breathin'
I'm still winnin', i'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags
To 20's a girl everybody had money
Every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine kane
No Half Steppin' with flat
Tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton
The Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics
We Allah's children and this was goin' on in
Every New York ghetto kids listened
Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life
Maybe a time difference
On a different coast
But we share the same sunlight
Your part of the world might
Be like colors and gangs while on my side
Brothers'll murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs
Fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped
For your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin' with tats on they back
Violent wars nothin' less than a lethal
Injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style
While in our world
The ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin' for paint chips
Don't want no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child
The bezzy be out
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made Runaway
That's been a minute genesis is deep
My features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact
These rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll
Never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin'
Nines in my dreams si-rens, wide awake
Why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even
Try to do the same things
Like, somebody's always watchin'
My life before I
Walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction
It's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide
That's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison
The chains bamboozled
Headline readin' "Rapper Slain From
A Man Shootin'"