No Idea's Original (Clean Edit)

No Idea's Original (Clean) - Nas

Uhh uhh

Uhhh uhhh uhhh

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

If niggaz 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 braincell graveyard

Where w**d'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 d**e dealers 'caine

"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 murder 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 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"