Nothing Less Than Remix

[Intro]

Ok, yeah that’s gorgeous right there

Feel like a young Dianne Carrel when I walk out or something

Like a young Iman before David Bowie, yo, yo

[Verse One: Talib Kweli & Laws]

Aye yo, you know the scene

I bring you to the spot myself, no need for go betweens

The flow is mean, it’s legendary like the over fiend

Glad that you could make it, welcome to my hopes and dreams

Yo, love is an ocean and ya partner’s the boat

Some get married, some elope, some hope for a baby ‘cause hope floats yo

I remember dreams from the womb

I had a vision that when I was born, a turntable would be in the room

Pretty nurse on the one and twos

A microphone attached to the umbilical cord

Fools runnin’ through since I was younger dude

I used to write plays and cast my cousins in the parts

Play the dozens in the park, the dream of takin’ up the art of MC’in’

What I lacked in skill, I made up in heart, you had to see it man

If I could sit the younger me down in front of me

I would tell him I’m the proof that you could be whatever you wanna be

But ask what he want it for, ask him if he sure

‘Cause everybody wanna rap but some people want it more

Ain't nobody want it more than me, you can count on that

Fell behind in school ‘cause I was busy writin’ battle raps

Used to be the smartest in the class, fast forward six months

I was sneakin’ out the back, hangin’ on Flatbush Ave

Hate to see my momma cry but still, I made her do it

She almost lost faith in me but we made it through it

Now I make the music, that’s the way to do it

All my hopes and dreams in flesh, the best

Thank you for noticin’, it’s nothin’ less than (100 percent to the core)

It’s nothin’ less than (Fans tellin’ us they want more)

It’s nothin’ less than (One fist up for the pure, fo’ sho, fo’ sho)

[Break]

La-la-la-la-la

[Verse Two: Talib Kweli & Laws]

Nowadays, parents never understand they children

We used to play manhunt in abandoned buildings

Still, we hardly crack a smile, they sellin’ crack in vials

Amazin’ how they removed the filter from the black and mild

Young, dumb and actin’ wild, I went to boardin’ school

That’s where people send they kids when they ignore the rules

My father got a second job and tried to be five percent

Back then, a lot of young black men respect the gods

Livin’ check to check was hard but he made it happen

Thought I was buggin’ when I told him I would make it rappin’

We didn't have it so we had to learn to live without it

We didn't bitch, we didn't moan, we didn't blog about it

Life tried to beat him down but he wanna fight

Taught me how to jab with the left, punch with the right

When I was wrong, he didn't stop until I got it right

I should call my pops tonight (Bet he got advice)

Word (On how these others got heart but they are not as nice)

Word (And when his men arguin’, you never stop the fight)

Word (You keep your mouth zipped up unless you got advice)

Yo, I’m his hopes and dreams in the flesh, the best

Thank you for noticin’, it’s nothin’ less than (100 percent to the core)

It’s nothin’ less than (Fans tellin’ us they want more)

It’s nothin’ less than (One fist up for the pure) It’s the best, yes

[Verse Three: Laws]

I got acquired, steppin’ in my ah di das

Picked the mic up, then I rocked the party like la di da

Got a lot to do, think we gonna need a montage

Life is a gamble, all sevens when the slots drop

This one’s for my pop pop, Statik mixed

While I moved out from Panama

On his hot box while I pop locked

Who got the props: Obama or the world bank?

I think we fuck with lady luck but that girl stank

News flash, go and tell a friend

I have seen the future and it’s lookin’ Orwellian

Evil spirit takin’ control of Laws’ pen again

I hope there’s more to life than fuckin’ waitresses from Bennigan’s

Stainin’ up the couches in a foreclosed duplex

Not everything it’s cracked up to be like pool sex

Got my head swollen like a baby from a tube test, who’s next?

Uh, let the applause die, saddle made of raw hide

For this Laws guy ‘cause the boy ride beats like Ciara

My style animated like when Hanna met Barbera

My attitude is Droopy Dog, the winner is usually Laws

I’m the illest thing in existence, let’s see you prove me wrong

I guess the proof is in the puddin’

But the puddin’s in the trash ‘cause you try but you couldn’t

You try to match me, I’m on fire like I’m wooden

Pour some liquor out for all the towns that I’m good in

Not no goody two shoes, more like a peg leg and eye patch

You a Game Boy, I’m an I-Pad

But I really think you need a ‘How to spit rhymes’ app

‘Cause you number two and I’m number two times that

Now go rewind that, I’m at the bar, split cigar in the wine glass

What’s up fans of reflection? This is fan and reflection

P-H at the beginnin’ and four at the end

I fucked hip-hop and then called up her friends

What’s up rock? What’s up dance? What’s up rhythm blues?

Rap took my energy but y’all can get it too

You like a prideful inmate, you never blue

I watch a single flop and rape the instrumental too

Now what you call that? You all fiction, Bruce Willis in a ball gag

You a snitch, Paul Blart in his mall swag

Wonderin’ when they gonna get over this Laws fad

Fuck crabs, call me Long John Silver with the flow I deliver

Your weak record sales ‘bout to bring back silver

Your video vixens about to bring back scurvy

Can’t see it from the front, how you call that curvy?

I call that nervy, you like telemarketers

You called me out but I don’t think the call back’s worthy

The milk’s gone bad Murphy

I’m all about unity, fuck you gonna do to me?