Nas

Uhh, uhh
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh
[Intro: repeat 2X]
No ideas original, theres nothin new under the sun
Its never what you do, but how its done
What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major
[Nas]
If niggaz could look inside my mind, youll find
where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard
where weeds responsible for memory loss
Lets witness, the horrific, the stenchll 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 Im still breathin Im still winnin, Ill teach em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20s 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 todays mathematics, we Allahs children
And this was goin on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said its 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, brothersll 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, dont 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"; thats been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God
Its not a facade its a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesnt exist
Ill never leave the streets, its all in my mind
Even with sleep Im duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, whyd I think it would change
Cant hide when you famous or even try to do the same things like
Somebodys always watchin, my life
Before I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, its like God or guns
Which is better protection? Cant decide, thats a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin"
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