Nothing Less
(专辑: Almost Famous - 2001)
"We are the
music makers, and we are the
dreamers of dreams, come along" [The Grouch:] Nothing Less, nothing less Well I
bet you that I
get the
last laugh Bet you that my funerals packed And the
tune you all blast is my crew's shit New shit or old it don't matter Bold I
get swole in the
zone where you gather I'm alone but together with the
folks Not really knowing where I'm going But my goal's to provoke thoughts Devote lots, show some fools the
ropes to hop Scope the
top from above it Love it, then leave it alone I
believe that I'm grown showing the
way Owing the
bay for going astray, now I'm blowing away Like that bag in American Beauty Truly blessed and nothing less, nothing less [Murs:] I'm nothing less than a
criminal With minimal convictions Serving up my customers a
hustler of the
diction Crushing my afflictions, I'm sick in the
mind Depends on who you ask And I
can do anything depending on the
task I
tend to be on blast more often than not Between a
rock and a
hard place I
soften my spot, talking a
lot That's if my CD's get played But if that's not the
case then I
had nothing to say My crew been tight since we was up in the
bay Been down for a
while, now watch us As we take it, up and away Something to play when you're laying on back Felt the
love when I
wrote this So I
know y'all feel what I'm saying on tracks [Slug:] Nothing Less, nothing less Nothing Less, nothing less Nothing Less, nothing less The
first step was birth Now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth The
second step was belief He had to make that move before he even grew teeth The
third step, respect awareness He could trip over the
next step if he's careless That next step, number four, was love Can't touch it without stepping the
other three above As he froze for a
moment Ignoring the
remaining ones He was approaching, focus stolen Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding Nothing, empty No choice but to keep going The
fifth step felt like a
misstep It was a
re-evaluation of the
first four The
anxiety, fear of what it hurts for Caught in somewhere between the
earth's core And the
first floor When he finally made it to step six He could no longer see it for what it is All of his views and family and life were askew Number six had been twisted by the
previous two The
last step, the
seventh Was the
only thing left that kept him outside of heaven One last breath and everything could be pleasant Life through death, man's final lesson [Sunspot Jonz:] Nothing Less, nothing less Nothing less, God bless the
days I
rest In this mess called life Trying to be the
best for the
best dressed Female, but she just brings hell In the
wishing well, I
drown pieces of my soul Born to rebel I'm the
black James Dean of the
underground Yelling at shows Like rallys in Cali, I
blow rhyme under the
trees Wanabees talk shit all day But don't got a
tape to play Nothing genuine to say So they bite the
next man Like they gonna make him the
best man In this crusade the
future looks black Like Taye Diggs' forehead We can't go ahead and let the
whack break our spirit Nothing Less, nothing less [Scarub:] I
know my expectations are high But I
refuse to lay low No compromises only improvising From what I
manifest in the
mind Even though they say no I
follow through if it's true You know those type of serious questions That are asked in a
playful manner So if assumptions are wrong They can act like it's a
joke? "What do you do for a
living?" That's the
words they spoke When they first heard that I
wrote to stay alive While they work a 9
to 5
I
work just as hard as you But got a
different focus And while you focus on me I'm gonna be all that I
am All of SIAM, while others run at the
mouth With nothing to show I'mma use what I
know, manipulating my flow From here to there I
origami the
situation from what is considered Unsuitable to something beautiful The
outcome is legendary, and nothing less