No Idea's Original歌词
歌手：Nas 专辑：The Lost Tapes
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 ****'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'
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 ****'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'
