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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'