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..