Nothing To Lose Lyrics - More Beautiful Than Silence - K'naan

[Verse 1:] 

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 

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[Hook:] 

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:] 

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' 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3:] 

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 

[Hook] 

[Outro:] 

This one's for the world 

This one's for your girl 

This one's for your mama 

This one's for your nana