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Beanie Sigel - Nothing Like It

Beanie Sigel :: Reason :: Nothing Like It



I'm just a picture in a frame
    man, I paint word pictures on the canvas of life
    but I don't control the colors
    
    Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas, that shit scary
    sometimes I feel ahead of myself
    I hear this voice in the back of my mind
    like "Mac maintain, just grind, dog, better yourself"
    So what I do?, I take heed and pick up the pace
    can't explain it when I pick up my son & look at my face
    I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement
    there that voice go again "Mac practice for greatness,
    get paid for them immaculate statements"
    Keep thinkin of them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it
    There's no pen when I write it, there's nothing like it..
    
    God damn, what you want from me, what you want me to tell you huh?
    Niggas thought that I would stutter huh, thought I was dumb
    
    But I ain't used to use my mind, I used to just... use my 9
    and run wild with my boys, in the streets wild with these wars
    now the Qu'ran and 48 laws, they polish my floors
    I'm moving niggas like puppets with no strings attached
    It's nothin' for Beans, so you know it ain't a thing for Mac
    to look in your eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearin'
    pick you apart, like you niggas is transparent
    (I see right through you niggas)
    It's like Mac was born with advanced parents
    I'm like the Sun shining at night,
    imagine it dog, I know you wanna see me gradually fall
    but I'm walkin on air, braking every gravity law
    nothing like it...
    I spit words that skip through air
    let the words of a true thug hit your ear,
    it change colors like blue blood when it hit the air
    it's nothin' like it...
    
    God damn, shit, I can't explain it
    Fuck y'all niggas
    
    I changed my whole life.. in about 9 months, just like sperm in a womb
    these young niggas never learn 'til they doomed
    try to tell them "you can burn young punk, without smelling the fuse"
    make you shiver in the middle of June,
    paintin' pictures so vivid, you can hang it up in your room
    shine bright like a prism, displaying colors like Crayola
    think of the prisons with straight soldiers
    think about the niggas who fucked us and played over us
    think about the mothers who suffered and prayed over us
    Just look at the the picture I've painted, it's so perfect
    open your eyes motherfuckers, you can't duck us
    no survivors every soul shall suffer,
    I'm loadin them revolvers every shell shall touch ya
    I promise I'll light your ass with these mags, I'ma bust ya
    God damn it's nothin' like it, I'm serious
    
    can't explain how I write it..

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