We are the makers, and we are The dreamers of dreams, along less, nothing less
Well, I bet you that I get the last laugh, bet you that my funerals And the you all blast is my crew's shit New or old, it don't matter Bold I get swole in the zone you gather I'm alone but with the folks
Not really knowin' where I'm goin' but my goal's to provoke Devote lots, show some the ropes to hop the top from above it, love it, then leave it alone I believe that I'm grown the way the bay for goin' astray, now blowin' away Like that bag in Beauty, truly blessed And less, nothing less
I'm nothin' less than a criminal minimal convictions up my customers, a hustler of the diction Crushin' my afflictions, I'm sick in the mind, on who you ask And I can do dependin' on the task I tend to be on blast often than not a rock and a hard place, I soften my spot, talkin' a lot
That's if my CD's gettin' But if that's not the case I had nothin' to say My crew been tight we was up in the bay Been down for a while, now watch us as we take it, up and Somethin' to play when you're laying on the love when I wrote this So I know y'all feelin' what I'm on tracks
Nothing less, less And less, nothing less And nothing less, less
The first was birth, now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth The second step was Had to make move before he even grew teeth The step, respect awareness He could trip over the next step if he's That next step, number four, was Can't touch it steppin' the other three above
As he froze for a moment the remaining ones He was approachin', focus Lookin' down at his to see what he was holdin' Nothin', empty, no choice but to keep The fifth felt like a misstep, it was a re-evaluation of the first four The anxiety, fear of it hurts for Caught in between the earths core and the first floor
he finally made it to step six He could no longer see it for it is All of his and family and life were askew Number six had been by the previous two The last step, the seventh, was the only thing kept him outside of Heaven One last breath and everything could be Life through death, man's final
Nothing less, nothing
Nothing less, god bless the days I rest in mess called 'life' Trying to be the for the best dressed Female, but she just hell In the wishing well, I drown of my soul to rebel, I'm the black James Dean of the underground Yellin' at shows like rallys in Cali, I blow rhyme the trees Wanabee's shit all day, but don't got a tape to play Nothing to say so they bite the next man Like gonna make him the best man In this crusade, the future looks black like taye diggs' We can't go and let the whack break 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 through if it's true You those type of serious questions That are asked in a playful So if assumptions are wrong, they can act it's a joke? "What do you do for a living?", that's the words spoke When they first heard that I to stay alive While workin' nine to five
I work just as as you but got a different focus And while you on me I'ma be all that I am All of Siam, while others run at the with nothing to show I'ma use I know, manipulating my flow From here to there, I origami the From what is considered unsuitable to something The outcome is legendary, and nothing