The Grouch - Nothing Less lyrics

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, come along" [Hook: Slug] Nothing Less, nothing less [The Grouch] Well I bet you that I get the last laugh Bet you that my funerals packed And the tune you all blast is my crew's sh** New sh** or old it don't matter Bold I get swole in the zone where you gather I'm alone but together with the folks Not really knowing where I'm going But my goal's to provoke thoughts Devote lots, show some fools the ropes to hop Scope the top from above it Love it, then leave it alone I believe that I'm grown showing the way Owing the bay for going astray, now I'm blowing away Like that bag in American Beauty Truly blessed and nothing less [Murs] I'm nothing less than a criminal With minimal convictions Serving up my customers a hustler of the diction Crushing my afflictions, I'm sick in the mind Depends on how you ask And I can do anything depending on the task I tend to be on blast more often than not Between a rock and a hard place I soften my spot, talking a lot That's if my CD's get played But if that's not the case then I had nothing to say My crew been tight since we was up in the bay Been down for a while, now watch us As we take it, up and away Something to play when you're laying on back Felt the love when I wrote this So I know y'all feel what I'm saying on tracks [Hook] - repeat 3X [Slug] The first step was birth Now forever cursed to an*lyze his self-worth The second step was belief He had to make that move before he even grew teeth The third step, respect awareness He could trip over the next step if he's careless That next step, number four, was love Can't touch it without stepping the other three above As he froze for a moment Ignoring the remaining ones He was approaching, focus stolen Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding Nothing, empty No choice but to keep going The fifth step felt like a misstep It was a re-evaluation of the first four The anxiety, fear of what it hurts for Caught in somewhere between the earths core And the first floor When he finally made it to step six He could no longer see it for what it is All of his views and family and life were askew Number six had been twisted by the previous two The last step, the seventh Was the only thing left that kept him outside of heaven One last breath and everything could be pleasant Life through d**h, man's final lesson [Hook] [Sunspot Jonz] Nothing less, god bless the days I rest In this mess called life Trying to be the best for the best dressed Female, but she just brings hell In the wishing well, I drown pieces of my soul Born to rebel I'm the black James Dean of the underground Yelling at shows Like rallys in Cali, I blow rhyme under the trees Wanabees talk sh** all day But don't got a tape to play Nothing genuine to say So they bite the next man Like they gonna make him the best man In this crusade the future looks black Like Taye Diggs' forehead We can't go ahead and let the whack break our spirit [Hook] [Scarub] I know my expectations are high But I refuse to lay low No compromises only improvising From what I manifest in the mind Even though they say no I follow through if it's true You know those type of serious questions That are asked in a playful manner So if a**umptions are wrong They can act like it's a joke? "What do you do for a living?" That's the words they spoke When they first heard that I wrote to stay alive While they work a 9 to 5 I work just as hard as you But got a different focus And while you focus on me I'm gonna be all that I am All of SIAM, while others run at the mouth With nothing to show I'mma use what I know, manipulating my flow From here to there I origami the situation from what is considered Unsuitable to something beautiful The outcome is legendary, and nothing less