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Interpret:
Beanie Sigel
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| Nothing Like It
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Im just a picture in a frame
man, I paint word pictures on the canvas of life
but I dont control the colors
Yo, Im 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
cant explain it when I pick up my son %26 look at my face
Im 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 cant explain it
Theres no pen when I write it, theres 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 aint 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 Quran and 48 laws, they polish my floors
Im moving niggas like puppets with no strings attached
Its nothin for Beans, so you know it aint 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)
Its like Mac was born with advanced parents
Im like the Sun shining at night,
imagine it dog, I know you wanna see me gradually fall
but Im 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
its nothin like it...
God damn, shit, I cant explain it
Fuck yall 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 Ive painted, its so perfect
open your eyes motherfuckers, you cant duck us
no survivors every soul shall suffer,
Im loadin them revolvers every shell shall touch ya
I promise Ill light your ass with these mags, Ima bust ya
God damn its nothin like it, Im serious
cant explain how I write it.. |
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09.Oct.2001 15:10:52 |
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21.Dec.2004 22:12:24 |
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