I`m just a picture in a frame
man, I paint word pictures on the canvas of life
but I don`t control the colors
Yo, I`m ten steps ahead of n*ggas, that sh*t 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 & 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..
God damn, what you want from me, what you want me to tell you huh?
n*ggas 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 moving n*ggas 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 n*ggas is transparent
(I see right through you n*ggas)
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, braking every gravity law
nothing like it...
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, sh*t, I can`t explain it
f**k y`all n*ggas
I changed my whole life.. in about 9 months, just like sperm in a womb
these young n*ggas 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 n*ggas who f**ked 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 motherf**kers, you can`t duck us
no survivors every soul shall suffer,
I`m loadin them revolvers every shell shall touch ya
I promise It`s like Jihad with these mags, I`ma bust ya
God damn it`s nothin` like it, I`m serious
can`t explain how I write it..