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 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' 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'