No Idea's Original

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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 brain cell graveyard
Where – is 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

Ligh– 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 20s 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

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 the 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 100K

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 –
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"