[Intro]
Race against time, niggas
All my jail niggas
Big Leg, what up, nigga?
Yeah, yeah, this goes out to the big dreamers
Ain't nothing new, man
We been doing this (Uh)
Y'all just starting this man (Uh)
This shit gon' (Uh) keep going on forever, baby (Uh)
Like this
[Chorus]
No idea's original, there's nothing 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 (Uh)
No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around? Matеrial, women, and large paper
That mеans you inferior, not major
[Verse 1]
If niggas could look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties with dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell 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 twenty-four 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 twenties a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 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 there's pork in Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same sunlight
[Chorus]
No idea's original, there's nothing 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 (Uh), there's nothing 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 (Uh)
[Verse 2]
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
The treacherous rastas and the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin' with tats on their 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 lead in your child
But them gangstas put lead in your 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 façade, 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
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 Shootin'"
[Chorus]
No idea's original, there's nothing 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 (All my jail niggas)
No idea's original, there's nothing 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
[Outro]
To all the big dreamers, remember
We might come up with the same thoughts
Great minds think alike
Just keep it movin', stay forward
Straight to the top, my nigga
Uh, uh
'Cause no idea's original
There's nothing new under the sun
Material, women and large paper
Inferior not major
