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Nothing Less

Hip-Hop/Rap

Nothing Less è stato pubblicato il 17 luglio 2025 da Chapo Records come parte dell'album Deadlight Gospel

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AlbumDeadlight Gospel

Data di uscita17 luglio 2025

EtichettaChapo Records

LinguaEnglish

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From the pain, I made a masterpiece

Turned the fight to a melody, broke the leash

What tried to kill me became my beat

Now I rise with the fire underneath my feet

Say my name I don’t run, I breathe

Every loss, every cut, made art from grief

Still I stand, still I don’t know peace

But I turn what burns into bars and speech

Grew up a livewire, lit with a vicious past

Fists clenched tight and a list of shit to bash

Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac

Nothin’ could faze me praised as deranged, full of crazy hate

Was juiced up, looped in used tunes to lose it

Bruised shit, blew fits truth is, I was stupid

Foolish, ruthless life was a G-Funk blueprint

Sippin’ on juice like Snoop with a loose grip

No one can tell me nothing hip-hop overwhelmed me

To the point where it had me in a whole other realm

Locked in my shell, felt the hell start to weld me

We was broke as fuck, but the flows made me felt wealthy

Compelled me to excel when you had failed me

Derailed me when anyone would tell me I wouldn’t amount to shit

Could’ve thrown in the towel, but I pounded fists

Now every sound I spit feel bound to hit

Verse in the chamber, round in the script

Let it bang like a vow I’m about to split

Every page a clip locked in, down to rip

Sick with it misfit, loud-mouth, proud to trip

Now I glitch through the system with a fist and a twisted grin

Spit like I’m cursed been a threat since I found my script

Never bowed or bit, just howled and spit

Every vow I writ hit foul like a fucking counterfeit

Now I’m scowlin’, wildin’, growlin’ out the pit

Full of malice, balanced with violence and grit

Ain’t a stylistic choice it’s survival, bitch

I was dying to quit, but I’d rather fucking die than submit

I know my part bitch I’m the mark that survives the spark

Hard to kill like tryna drown a shark in the dark

Cold with the cuts every quote split open hearts

Bodies in twos flood the booth, call it Noah’s Ark

Took the hits, took the heat, never begged for belief

Now I paint what I lived and it bleeds on the beat

From the pain, I made a masterpiece

Turned the fight to a melody, broke the leash

What tried to kill me became my beat

Now I rise with the fire underneath my feet

Say my name I don’t run, I breathe

Every loss, every cut, made art from grief

Still I stand, still I don’t know peace

But I turn what burns into bars and speech

I don’t rap I resurface through curses and rage

Hallucinate hate like I’m off my rocker, dying from nausea

Trippin’, I’m rippin’ through vision like lyrical ayahuasca

Death in a verse I rehearse in a hearse on the stage

I’m a serpent that slithers through sermons in flames

Used to write poems but will they murder on stage?

Put the hurt in the verse, let it burn in my brain

Every word was a scar that I carved into pain

Every word was a scar that I curved into time

But I bit my fuckin’ tongue, too scared to admit

That I’d murder these pricks if I cared just a bit

I got bars in my phone that could bury your clique

But I never press send I just stare like, “Shit…”

Let the world talk loud I just rot in the back

With a pad full of raps that could body your tracks

Could’ve snapped, but I’m cracked now I’m calm when I crash

Let ’em pop off I go silent and laugh

I don’t flex, don’t beg, never reach for a hand

I just sit with my sins they could never withstand

Every verse is a fist, every sentence a brand

Bitch, I’m sick in the head they don’t get who I am

Kept my mouth sewn shut, let the silence sting

Let the doubt stack up, now I’m wildin’, swing

Used to drown in the sound, now I’m pilin’ things

Like pain, shame, rage every violent thing

I ain’t beg, I ain’t fold, I ain’t cry for shit

Just wrote bombs in a book I could die and grip

Now the beat drops dead when I slide and spit

’Cause I’m built from the dark they denied exists

They said I’d break, but I bend back brutal

Smoked shame slow, now the flame feels usual

Kept that blade in the rhyme like a funeral

Grin wide, chip heavy delusional, beautiful

I don’t smile, I just stare while the silence grows

Every mile that I walked left a violent ghost

Tried to die with the past but I rose from it slow

Now I carry that weight everywhere that I go

Ain’t no peace where I’m headed, I accept what’s left

Just a beat, a pen, and the breath of death

So if I never get crowned, I still said it best

Every rhyme was my life nothin’ less, nothin’ less

Written by: Al Perea

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