No Idea’s Original (Original Version)

[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