We are the makers, and we are The of dreams, come along Nothing less, nothing
Well, I bet you that I get the last laugh, bet you that my funerals And the tune you all blast is my shit New shit or old, it don't Bold I get swole in the where you gather I'm alone but together with the
Not really knowin' where I'm goin' but my goal's to provoke Devote lots, show some fools the to hop Scope the top above it, love it, then leave it alone I that I'm grown showin' the way Owin' the bay for goin' astray, now away Like that bag in American Beauty, truly And less, nothing less
I'm nothin' than a criminal with minimal convictions Servin' up my customers, a of the diction Crushin' my afflictions, I'm in the mind, depends on who you ask And I can do anything dependin' on the I to be on blast more often than not a rock and a hard place, I soften my spot, talkin' a lot
That's if my gettin' played But if that's not the case then I had to say My been tight since we was up in the bay Been down for a while, now us as we take it, up and away Somethin' to play when laying on back Felt the love when I this So I know y'all feelin' what I'm sayin' on
Nothing less, less And nothing less, less And nothing less, nothing
The first step was birth, now forever cursed to analyze his The second was belief Had to make move before he even grew teeth The step, respect awareness He could trip over the next if he's careless That step, number four, was love Can't touch it without steppin' the other three
As he froze for a moment ignoring the ones He was approachin', stolen Lookin' down at his hands to see he was holdin' Nothin', empty, no but to keep goin' The fifth step felt a misstep, it was a re-evaluation of the first four The anxiety, fear of what it for Caught in somewhere between the core and the first floor
When he made it to step six He could no see it for what it is All of his views and and life were askew Number six had twisted by the previous two The step, the seventh, was the only thing left That him outside of Heaven One last breath and everything could be Life through death, man's final
Nothing less, less
Nothing less, god the days I rest in this mess called 'life' Trying to be the best for the best Female, but she brings hell In the wishing well, I pieces of my soul Born to rebel, I'm the black James Dean of the Yellin' at shows like in Cali, I blow rhyme under the trees Wanabee's talk all day, but don't got a tape to play Nothing genuine to say so they the next man Like they gonna make him the man In this crusade, the future looks black taye diggs' forehead We can't go ahead and let the whack our spirit
Nothing less, nothing less, less
I know my are high but I refuse to lay low No compromises, only improvises, what I manifest in the mind Even though they say, "No", I follow if it's true You those type of serious questions That are asked in a playful So if assumptions are wrong, they can act like a joke? "What do you do for a living?", that's the words they When they first heard that I wrote to alive they're workin' nine to five
I just as hard as you but got a different focus And while you focus on me be all that I am All of Siam, while others run at the with nothing to show I'ma use what I know, my flow From here to there, I origami the From what is considered to something beautiful The outcome is legendary, and less