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