Music◊Memory - Something From Nothing lyrics

[Verse: No Idols] It's No Idols, not a hero They though I quit the rapping It's a gift, part of the package But, what the f** do you know? These f**ers will lie like tales with the De Niro Shark bait, fishing for lyrics like they with Nemo Used to group with roomies Now, I room with groupies Stacking up my money Like Link collecting his rupees I'll never relax like Snoopy People claiming the truth be Overrated like people Referring to sliced bread I'm a boss, homie, C.E.O got bank accounts Stranger than fiction, I'm narrating your whereabouts How I get from living in Maryland to Paramount To my surprise, though, my name is still in the underground Ninety five, 'Bury born, raised as a sinner Where we joyride whips and we ate our TV dinners Aiming for a platinum plaque, just the dreams of a winner Spending money on a verse, gotta start as a beginner I'm a soldier in this rap war shooting for the team APE is the label, we sicker than wet dreams And that means, we're gonna blow by all means My team keep to ourselves like a quilt with tight seams You rappers a bunch of lookalike, attack of the clones Just keeping your bars locked out like I'm Davy Jones And know that I'm on my way up, Still watching the throne You take the beat as a slingshot, my bars are the stones [Hook: No Idols] See, I fought for my position, k**ing my competition You asking me for advice, I'll say f** you and your mission No one asked for your vision, we don't need an optician My lyrical composition is just shy of religion Got a message for rappers, get on your knees, Amen All of your lyrics are funny, must be comedians Alright, we running this game, you can sit in the bench I'll make you something from nothing, give me a beat and a pen [Verse Two: Deno Diamond] sh** I been chilling for a while now Tryna keep it cool but now a n***a wanna wild out Sipping on that Malibu and chilling with No Idols Lyrical recitals , All you n***as b**hing, you need to go pop a Midol You might of not heard of Deno, That n***a called Deno Diamond But n***a learn as of right now a n***a flow suicidal How these n***as wanna say they run the game, b**h And when I play 'em, all I'm hearing is the same sh** Punch lines improbable spitting that lame sh** Preposterous, the sh** they say probably ain't sh** And they say Deno, you a strange kid But all I really see is just a bunch of b**hes hating They try to hold a n***a down but b**h I'm weightless No time to waste a n***a working hard for greatness Spitting trippy lyrics on n***as like its a choppa Frontline told me just say the word and guns go blacca-blacca Back in the trap make n***as disappear, abracadabra I'm the president of my sh**, moving in La Casablanca Couple b**hes call me papa, Jamaicans call me the rappa You pessimist n***as think peude salir de bueno nada My bad, that means they thinking that good can come from nothing But me, I made it to something from nothing and I'm just loving The talent that I've become and the magic that I get done in The studio you n***as wouldn't know How far a n***a coming Ok, my n***a told me done 'em [Verse Three: No Idols] We the realist f** ya feelings Take off the roof My money stack to the ceiling I'm beasting, you rappers healing And some of y'all disappearing Your bars are unappealing I'm ending it with a sealant [Hook: No Idols] See, I fought for my position, k**ing my competition You asking me for advice, I'll say f** you and your mission No one asked for your vision, we don't need an optician My lyrical composition is just shy of religion Got a message for rappers, get on your knees, Amen All of your lyrics are funny, must be comedians Alright, we running this game, you can sit in the bench I'll make you something from nothing, give me a beat and a pen