No Idea's Original

No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done So sorry if I'm feeling sorta like an arsonist Sick of niggas swearing they can be the "boss of this" You talking shit, shit I ain't even Nas or a ghostwriter But ha! Niggas, I could've wrote your shit Your hopeless hits recycled for the folks who fish for it Who wish for it, and when they get it, they piss on it At which moment was it real?, cats claiming they The hottest thing alive three days into a three year deal Now that ain't even three percent of 365 Or 365 ten times which is 1095, get your mission right You mind-fucking yourself behind the Benjamins, believing you some vicious guy Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time I fixed your eyes On your own sales cause you listening to their silly rhymes How much more basic can it get? It's like A, B, C, fast forward to X Is this a test? Broadcast from east to west If everybody's a rapper, how's anybody the best? Real recognise real, you couldn't have played chess Cause your style's so stale and your tribe just left I'm A Tribe Called Quest, with a mind so blessed That I use it to expand my own, challenge my own strength What type of chat you on? Claiming money make your dick longer Nigga, I guess you really are a nigga Industry-altered figure, put em in a room Full of wolves and we'll see whose balls are bigger Claiming you the first to do it, forgetting that the world feeling like Nine billion Denzels déjà-vuing Colouring in the stencils, we try and prove it Freedom writers, the pencils have stopped moving