K’naan Nothing to Lose Lyrics

More Beautiful Than Silence Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Is Anybody Out There?
  • 2 Nothing To Lose
  • 3 More Beautiful Than Silence
  • 4 Better
  • 5 Coming To America
  • [Verse 1: K’naan]
    Uh, someone called the cops on him
    Someone told his pops on him
    He was talking crooked and he had some rocks on him
    Tucked, tucked in his socks’ corner
    Chucks, chucks and the Charlotte Hornet
    Cap, when he flowed then they all surprised on him
    Yes, he's a Fugee but he go all Nas on ‘em
    Well, can’t go Pras on ‘em
    And he got that crossover
    But he from the streets you don’t cross over
    Hut, hut to the block soldiers
    Buck, buck to the cop vultures
    Nope, no I don’t know pilots
    Nigga I know pirates
    Violence the islands
    Shout out to my idrens
    Put your hands up like it’s a mother fuckin’ siren

    [Hook: K’naan]
    Well, I paid all my dues
    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    Shone a million shoes
    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    ‘Cause when you got nothing left
    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    You got nothing to lose
    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

    [Verse 2: Nas]
    I used to stand on Vernon and 10
    Burnin’ a spliff burner on hip
    Wishing to flip a bird, yac burning my chest
    Black certainly I’m dressed
    Strictly that army shit
    Finish my shift
    Pack gone before the dawn hit
    Anything I could earn on the strip
    Turn it and flip
    Watching my back
    Cooking the pot
    Making it stretch
    Discussing with’ my clique
    Should we duct tape the connect
    It’s rough and K’naan knows
    He had the same woes
    I’m voicing my opinions
    I forgot y’all was there
    I ain’t know y’all was still listenin’
    Be honest I ain’t care
    Y’all don’t get my innuendos my interests
    Y’all on some simple shit
    Thinking I’m preachy
    Yeah my church is the world
    Christians sip a cup of this holy water
    Stuck at this phony border
    It’s custom to enter the main stream
    You must front and record
    A poorer oratory
    Your life story corny
    Yo, my Somali niggas know what war be
    We fam'


    [Verse 3: K’naan]
    Remember when niggas said Nas was Somalian
    Baseball caps had the tags, like a yardie and
    It was written just came out, I was gnarly then
    Niggas dreaded seein’ me like a Rastafarian
    We didn’t know the dress code though we was bargainers
    The knock off Filas, with the pumps and cheap cardigans
    Niggas looked corny I admit, we was foreigners
    But this corny kid, quick to send you to the coroners
    Y’all know my war story, I won’t repeat it
    It’s just injury, my victory’s undefeated
    Thought you knew me well, go back and delete it
    I’m in every joint this year, Orthopedic
    And yes the AK’s are instruments we do drum ‘em
    I’m somewhere between killa and king Solomon
    And the shades take half the face we over stun ‘em
    And treat obstacles like ass we overcome ‘em
    Man, they really made me do this
    I was peaceful like a Buddhist
    But then niggas came and screwed it up like Judas
    Now I’m suited up with Lugers
    Rugers suddenly intruders
    Turn around like hoola hoopers
    Fucking losers


    [Outro: K’naan]
    This one’s for the world
    This one’s for your girl
    This one’s for your mama
    This one’s for your nana

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