Nas No Idea's Original Lyrics

Stillmatic Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Stillmatic (The Intro)
  • 2 Ether
  • 3 Got Ur Self A...
  • 4 Smokin'
  • 5 You're da Man
  • 6 Rewind
  • 7 One Mic
  • 8 2nd Childhood
  • 9 Destroy & Rebuild
  • 10 The Flyest
  • 11 Braveheart Party
  • 12 Rule
  • 13 My Country
  • 14 What Goes Around
  • 15 Every Ghetto
    CD 2
  • 1 No Idea's Original
  • 2 U Gotta Love It (Snippet)
  • 3 My Way (Snippet)
  • 4 Make It Last (Snippet)
  • 5 Doo Rags (Snippet)
  • Uhh, uhh
    Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh

    [Repeat: x 2]
    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 *****z 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 want to 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 want to see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
    Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin"

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