Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

No Idea's Original Lyrics

Uhh, uhh

 Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh

 

 [Intro: repeat 2X]

 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

 

 [Nas]

 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 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 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 drugs, 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"