Reflection Eternal - Nothing Less Than Remix lyrics

[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 sk**, 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 cla**, 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 b**h, 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 f** 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 f**in' waitresses from Bennigan's Stainin' up the couches in a foreclosed duplex Not everything it's cracked up to be like pool s** 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 gla** What's up fans of reflection? This is fan and reflection P-H at the beginnin' and four at the end I f**ed 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 f** 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, f** you gonna do to me?