Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothin' Lesser, artist - Pete Rock. Album song Petestrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Nothin' Lesser |
Like we filin' in the U. N |
That’s because my word is bond |
Two for timin', shout out, this one’s for money rhymes |
Take to 'em hard boiled, charbroil a fraud |
Holy ghost Peter Plymouth Rock landed on us |
Isle native Kareem sky hook 'em, Dano raps book 'em |
Hawaii five tries to come a lie jive |
Euro express be offin' of your head to the rest |
Box slap your teeth gold raps with a foot in a sewer cap |
Sucka dance em, and hit 'em off like Noah |
To a eyy thing, yo that’ll show and prove in my cash flow |
Rippin' out long dough featurin' prophecy |
Represent how I stay so, gimme my freedom |
Yeah, you wanna join the UN you can’t beat 'em |
You and Dino Brave haas, at all cost b’gosh |
Punk feel when I blast one, dare to everyone |
Be quick to shoot at the mouth some |
Sparks a starter pistol, son get issues that supercedes my unborn (?) |
It’s like no matter the weather, gettin' money, whatever |
Never say never, niggas we got to get this cheddar |
The crew is fresher, it’s the UN and nothin' lesser |
Who wan test us? |
Yo, no one can do it better |
Feeling it, verbally killing it, UN affiliate |
Crowd controllin' it, forever standin' my grounds I’m holding it |
Kick for the hood, kick it for those in the strong |
Kick it for my niggas still here and arrestin' the god (?) |
Kickin' it while I dwell in the street, or while I be stressed |
While I be gettin' dressed and just black in the middle of sex |
While I be hittin' shorty off in the back, I just be usin' |
The sound of the claps for one of my thunderous tracks |
Rappers be buggin' thinkin' they hot, until I showed 'em |
They nothin' but duns, you was never blowin' the spot, I don’t |
Catch cold, the only thing I’m catchin' is wreck |
And catchin' your girl at the bank while she cashin' a check (what) |
Finessin' a track, and Pete Rock blessin' it black |
The number one brother of soul it don’t get better than that |
Very instrumental (uhh) |
Not coincidental (uhh) |
Blast through your speaker like a missle live official |
Major league rhyme sayer blast through your curve of acres |
Operator lay ya down blaze the sound fader |
Cross paths calculated mad splash when they feel the wrath |
Hundred yard dash John Carlos fast |
Theoretically, livin' out a legacy |
Chemistry form the UN, the bond is symphony |
Five lights through a prism, shine light and spread wisdom |
Dice games they rig 'em still tamperin' the system |
Last I be the first, we inherit the earth |
Four corners of the cypher now who bringin' the dirt |
Yeah, ya, yo, I’m out there |
Slingin' my rap kiddo, soon to get a black Benzo |
With the intent to bliddo, you know my MO |
With no ques-t-on, I demo, write a memo |
Yo, let’s be on, SP ya’ll, espionage |
Three is odd, European cars |
In the dead sea with a large burn fuckin' with ours |
What you receive is a foul verse that flood your heart |
Marc, I eight and oh, when they enroll, flavor eight |
Ways finagle a ho, Cake baker and blow away somethin' |
Melodramatic, niggarole gigolo jingle bell |
Ringer around your atoms, the rap mandingo |
Yoke a mic up, slam it, vocalize two hundred coats |
Frozen ice move like magic aerodynamic |
Tool of the masses, manufacture some rap shit |
Crack a barrel of half, put ten in this mac shit |