Testo Nothing Like It - Beanie Sigel
Testo della canzone Nothing Like It (Beanie Sigel), tratta dall'album The Reason
I'm just
I'm just a picture (a picture)
A picture in a frame
Pause, I don't control
I paint word pictures on the canvas of life (I don't control colors)
There's nothing like it
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 and 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
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 nine
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
Breaking every gravity law
There's nothing like it, I swear
I spit words that skip through air
Let these words of a true thug hit your ear
It change colors like blue blood when it hit the air
There's nothin' like it
God damn
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' up revolvers, every shell shall touch ya
I promise it's like jihad with these mags
I'mma bust ya
God damn there's nothin' like it, I'm serious
Can't explain how I write it
Credits
Writer(s): Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson, Kanye Omari West, Dwight Grant
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