Nothing Like It Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

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 

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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... 

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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.