Nothing Like It

By Beanie Sigel

On The Reason

Released on June 26, 2001

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[Intro]

I'm just

I'm just a picture

A picture in a frame

I paint word pictures on the canvas of life

I don't control the colors

It's nothing like it


[Verse 1]

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, "Mack, 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 and look at my face

I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crackin' the pavement

There that voice go again, "Mack, practice for greatness

Get paid for them immaculate statements"

Keep thinkin' of them hot lines, like a psychic, I can't explain it

There's no pen when I write it, it's nothin' like it


[Interlude]

Goddamn, what you want from me?

What you want me to tell you, huh?

Niggas thought that I would stutter, huh? Thought I was dumb, alright


[Verse 2]

When I ain't used to use my mind, I used to just use my nine

And run wild with my boys, in the streets wild with these wars

Now the Qur'an and 48 Laws, they polish my flaws

I'm movin' niggas like puppets with no strings attached

It's nothin' for Beans, so you know it ain't a thing for Mack

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 Mack was born with advanced parents

I'm like the Sun shinin' at night, imagine it, dog

I know you wanna see me gradually fall

But I'm walkin' on air, breakin' every gravity law

It's nothin' like it, I swear

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


[Interlude]

Goddamn, shit

I can't explain it

Fuck y'all niggas


[Verse 3]

I changed my whole life in about nine 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 smellin' the fumes"

Make you shiver in the middle of June

Paint a picture so vivid, you can hang it up in your room

Shine bright like a prism, displayin' colors like Crayola

Think of the prisons with straight soldiers

Thinkin' 'bout the niggas who fucked us and played over us

Thinkin' 'bout the mothers who suffered and prayed over us

Just look at the the picture I'm paintin', it's so perfect

Open your eyes, motherfuckers, you can't duck us

No survivors, every soul shall suffer

I'm loadin' up revolvers, every shell shall touch you

I promise it's like jihad with these mags, I'ma bust you


[Outro]

Goddamn, it's nothin' like it, I'm serious

Can't explain how I write it