Living Legends - Nothing Less (feat. Slug) Lyrics
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, come along"[Chorus]Nothing Less, nothing less[Grouch]Well I bet you that I get the last laughBet you that my funerals packedAnd the tune you all blast is my crew's shitNew shit or old it don't matterBold I get swole in the zone where you gatherI'm alone but together with the folksNot really knowing where I'm goingBut my goal's to provoke thoughtsDevote lots, show some fools the ropes to hopScope the top from above itLove it, then leave it aloneI believe that I'm grown showing the wayOwing the bay for going astray, now I'm blowing awayLike that bag in American BeautyTruly blessed and nothing less[MURS]I'm nothing less than a criminalWith minimal convictionsServing up my customers a hustler of the dictionCrushing my afflictions, I'm sick in the mindDepends on how you askAnd I can do anything depending on the taskI tend to be on blast more often than notBetween a rock and a hard placeI soften my spot, talking a lotThat's if my CD's get playedBut if that's not the case then I had nothing to sayMy crew been tight since we was up in the bayBeen down for a while, now watch usAs we take it, up and awaySomething to play when you're laying on backFelt the love when I wrote thisSo I know y'all feel what I'm saying on tracks[Chorus] - repeat 3X[Slug]The first step was birthNow forever cursed to analyze his self-worthThe second step was beliefHe had to make that move before he even grew teethThe third step, respect awarenessHe could trip over the next step if he's carelessThat next step, number four, was loveCan't touch it without stepping the other three aboveAs he froze for a momentIgnoring the remaining onesHe was approaching, focus stolenLooking down at his hands to see what he was holdingNothing, emptyNo choice but to keep goingThe fifth step felt like a misstepIt was a re-evaluation of the first fourThe anxiety, fear of what it hurts forCaught in somewhere between the earths coreAnd the first floorWhen he finally made it to step sixHe could no longer see it for what it isAll of his views and family and life were askewNumber six had been twisted by the previous twoThe last step, the seventhWas the only thing left that kept him outside of heavenOne last breath and everything could be pleasantLife through death, man's final lesson[Chorus][Sunspot Jonz]Nothing less, god bless the days I restIn this mess called lifeTrying to be the best for the best dressedFemale, but she just brings hellIn the wishing well, I drown pieces of my soulBorn to rebelI'm the black James Dean of the undergroundYelling at showsLike rallys in Cali, I blow rhyme under the treesWanabees talk shit all dayBut don't got a tape to playNothing genuine to saySo they bite the next manLike they gonna make him the best manIn this crusade the future looks blackLike Taye Diggs' foreheadWe can't go ahead and let the whack break our spirit[Chorus][Scarub]I know my expectations are highBut I refuse to lay lowNo compromises only improvisingFrom what I manifest in the mindEven though they say noI follow through if it's trueYou know those type of serious questionsThat are asked in a playful mannerSo if assumptions are wrongThey can act like it's a joke?"What do you do for a living?"That's the words they spokeWhen they first heard that I wrote to stay aliveWhile they work a 9 to 5I work just as hard as youBut got a different focusAnd while you focus on me I'm gonna be all that I amAll of SIAM, while others run at the mouthWith nothing to showI'ma use what I know, manipulating my flowFrom here to thereI origami the situation from what is consideredUnsuitable to something beautifulThe outcome is legendary, and nothing less
