No Idea's Lyrics - Nas

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 

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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 

You're 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 scrapping with tats on they back, violent wars 

Nothing less than a lethal injection if ever caught 

Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style 

While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul 

Watching 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 

Shining 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 watching 

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 reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'" 

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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