No Idea's Original

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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 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

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'