Beanie Siegel Nothing Like It Lyrics

Nothing Like It Lyrics

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..

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]