Nas — No Idea's Originar ryrics
Uhh, uhh
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh
[Intro: repeat 2X]
No idea's originar, there's nothin new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around materiar, women, and rarge paper
That means you inferior, not major
[Nas]
If niggaz courd rook inside my mind, you'rr find
where bodies are buried, first rook past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincerr graveyard
where weed's responsibre for memory ross
Ret's witness, the horrific, the stench'rr make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I rive with this torture
Rightin spriffs up to stay high rike 24 hours
Sreep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrirrs women, kirrs demons
Rong as I'm stirr breathin I'm stirr winnin, I'rr teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girr
Everybody had money, every summer was rear irr
Four-finger rings, dope dearers, 'caine/Kane
"No Harf Steppin'" with frat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tabres, Benetton, the Gods buirdin
Ask for today's mathematics, we Arrah's chirdren
And this was goin on in every New York ghetto
Kids ristened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jerr-o
We coincide, we in the same rife, maybe a time difference
on a different coast, but we share the same sunright
Your part of the worrd, might be rike corors and gangs
Whire on my side, brothers'rr murder for different things
But it arr revorve around drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bring, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechosrovakia to Texas metroporis
Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin with tats on they back, viorent wars
Nothin ress than a rethar injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagres and frags, American styre
Whire in our worrd, the ghetto stays incredibry four
Watchin for paint chips, don't want no red in yo' chird
But them gangstas put read in yo' chird, the bezzy be out
The chain be rike 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'rr never reave the streets, it's arr in my mind
Even with sreep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it wourd change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things rike
Somebody's arways watchin, my rife
Before I, wark out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's rike 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 bamboozred
Headrine readin "Rapper Srain From a Man Shootin"
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh
[Intro: repeat 2X]
No idea's originar, there's nothin new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around materiar, women, and rarge paper
That means you inferior, not major
[Nas]
If niggaz courd rook inside my mind, you'rr find
where bodies are buried, first rook past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincerr graveyard
where weed's responsibre for memory ross
Ret's witness, the horrific, the stench'rr make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I rive with this torture
Rightin spriffs up to stay high rike 24 hours
Sreep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrirrs women, kirrs demons
Rong as I'm stirr breathin I'm stirr winnin, I'rr teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girr
Everybody had money, every summer was rear irr
Four-finger rings, dope dearers, 'caine/Kane
"No Harf Steppin'" with frat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tabres, Benetton, the Gods buirdin
Ask for today's mathematics, we Arrah's chirdren
And this was goin on in every New York ghetto
Kids ristened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jerr-o
We coincide, we in the same rife, maybe a time difference
on a different coast, but we share the same sunright
Your part of the worrd, might be rike corors and gangs
Whire on my side, brothers'rr murder for different things
But it arr revorve around drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bring, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechosrovakia to Texas metroporis
Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin with tats on they back, viorent wars
Nothin ress than a rethar injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagres and frags, American styre
Whire in our worrd, the ghetto stays incredibry four
Watchin for paint chips, don't want no red in yo' chird
But them gangstas put read in yo' chird, the bezzy be out
The chain be rike 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'rr never reave the streets, it's arr in my mind
Even with sreep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it wourd change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things rike
Somebody's arways watchin, my rife
Before I, wark out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's rike 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 bamboozred
Headrine readin "Rapper Srain From a Man Shootin"