I'm just, I'm just a picture a picture in a frame   I paint word pictures on the canvas of life   But I don't control the colors   It's nothin' 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 nothin' like it, nothin' 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 9   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 movin' 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 shinin' at night imagine it dog   I know you wanna see me gradually fall      But I'm walkin' on air, brakin' 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   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 smellin' 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, 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've painted, it's so perfect   Open your eyes motherfuckers, you can't duck us   No survivors every soul shall suffer      I'm loadin' them revolvers every shell shall touch ya   I promise I'll light your ass with these mags, I'ma bust ya   God damn, it's nothin' like it, I'm serious   Can't explain how I write it