Nothing Like It

Lyrics

[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