Beanie Sigel

I'm just a picture in a frame
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 "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 physic, i can't explain it
There's no pen when I write it
It's nothing like it

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

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 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

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

Goddamn it's nothin' like it, I'm serious
Can't explain how I write it