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