No Idea's Original Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Nas

Uhh, uhh 

Uhh, uhh, uhh 

No idea's original, there's nothin' 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 nothin' 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 

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 braincell 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 

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Lightin' up to stay high like 24 hours 

Sleep with my, wash with my 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, dealers 

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 and 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 

Photos 

While on my side, brothers'll for different things 

But it all revolve around, fame and shorties 

Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story 

From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis 

Them, treacherous rocksters 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 led 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' in my dreams 

Sirens, 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'