Chords for Beanie Sigel - Nothing Like It (prod. Kanye West)
Tempo:
89 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Db
Bbm
Ebm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm]
[Abm] [Bbm] I'm just [Bbm] a picture, a [C] picture in a frame.
Pause, I don't [A] control the [Ebm] colors.
It's nothing like it.
Yo, [Bbm] I'm ten steps ahead of niggas.
That shit [Abm] scary.
Sometimes I feel ahead of myself.
I hear this voice in the back of my mind.
Like Mac, [Db] maintain.
Just grind.
All better yourself.
So what I do, I take ye and pick up the pace.
Can't [Ab] explain it when I pick up my son and look [Abm] at my face.
I'm like a black rose growing in the concrete.
Tracking and painting.
Hear that voice go again.
[Db] Mac, practice for greatness.
You pay for them immaculate statements.
Keep [Eb] thinking out of my [Bbm] lines like a psychic.
I can't explain it.
There's no pen when [Abm] I write it.
It's nothing like it.
[Db] What you want me to tell you, huh?
Fuck niggas.
Niggas [Eb] thought I was slatter, huh?
Thought I was [Ab] dumb.
When I used to use my mind, [Abm] I used to disuse my nine.
I used to run wild with my boys.
In these streets, wild with these wars.
Now in the [Db] Quran and 48 laws, they polish my floors.
I'm moving niggas like [Ebm] brothers with no [Bbm] strings attached.
It's nothing [Ab] for bigots.
So you know it ain't a thing for [Abm] Mac to look in your eyes.
See through your heart.
Know it through spirit.
Pick you apart like you niggas.
It's transparent.
[Db] It's like Mac was born with [Gb] a big parents.
I'm like the sunshine [Eb] of that night.
Imagine [Bbm] it, dog.
I know you wanna [Bbm] see me gradually fall.
[Abm] But I'm walking on air, breaking every gravity law.
It's nothing like it, I swear.
I spit [Db] words that skip through air.
Like these snopes of a true thug hit your ear.
[Eb] They change colors like blue blood when they hit the air.
It's nothing like it.
[Abm] Goddamn.
Goddamn.
[Db] Fuck all this.
I changed my whole life [Ebm] in about nine [Ab] months.
Just like sperm in a [Abm] womb, these young niggas never learn to they doom.
Try to tell them you can burn young punk without smelling the fumes.
[Db] Make you shiver in the middle of June.
Painting pictures so vivid.
[Eb] You can hang it [Bbm] up in your room and shine bright like a prism.
[Abm] Displaying colors like Rayola.
Thinking of prisms and straight soldiers.
Think about the niggas who fucked us and played [Db] Dover.
Think about the mothers who suffered and prayed Dover.
Just look at the [Eb] picture I'm painting.
It's so perfect.
[Ab] Open [Bbm] your eyes, motherfuckers.
[Abm] Yeah, duckers.
No survivors.
Every soul shall suffer.
I'm loading up revivers.
Every shell shall [Db] touch her.
I promise.
It's like the hair with these man.
I'm a brush up.
[Ebm] Goddamn, it's not funny.
[Abm]
Can't explain how I write.
[Db]
[Ebm]
[Abm]
[Db]
[Gb] [Ebm]
[Bbm] [Abm]
[B]
[Abm] [Bbm] I'm just [Bbm] a picture, a [C] picture in a frame.
Pause, I don't [A] control the [Ebm] colors.
It's nothing like it.
Yo, [Bbm] I'm ten steps ahead of niggas.
That shit [Abm] scary.
Sometimes I feel ahead of myself.
I hear this voice in the back of my mind.
Like Mac, [Db] maintain.
Just grind.
All better yourself.
So what I do, I take ye and pick up the pace.
Can't [Ab] explain it when I pick up my son and look [Abm] at my face.
I'm like a black rose growing in the concrete.
Tracking and painting.
Hear that voice go again.
[Db] Mac, practice for greatness.
You pay for them immaculate statements.
Keep [Eb] thinking out of my [Bbm] lines like a psychic.
I can't explain it.
There's no pen when [Abm] I write it.
It's nothing like it.
[Db] What you want me to tell you, huh?
Fuck niggas.
Niggas [Eb] thought I was slatter, huh?
Thought I was [Ab] dumb.
When I used to use my mind, [Abm] I used to disuse my nine.
I used to run wild with my boys.
In these streets, wild with these wars.
Now in the [Db] Quran and 48 laws, they polish my floors.
I'm moving niggas like [Ebm] brothers with no [Bbm] strings attached.
It's nothing [Ab] for bigots.
So you know it ain't a thing for [Abm] Mac to look in your eyes.
See through your heart.
Know it through spirit.
Pick you apart like you niggas.
It's transparent.
[Db] It's like Mac was born with [Gb] a big parents.
I'm like the sunshine [Eb] of that night.
Imagine [Bbm] it, dog.
I know you wanna [Bbm] see me gradually fall.
[Abm] But I'm walking on air, breaking every gravity law.
It's nothing like it, I swear.
I spit [Db] words that skip through air.
Like these snopes of a true thug hit your ear.
[Eb] They change colors like blue blood when they hit the air.
It's nothing like it.
[Abm] Goddamn.
Goddamn.
[Db] Fuck all this.
I changed my whole life [Ebm] in about nine [Ab] months.
Just like sperm in a [Abm] womb, these young niggas never learn to they doom.
Try to tell them you can burn young punk without smelling the fumes.
[Db] Make you shiver in the middle of June.
Painting pictures so vivid.
[Eb] You can hang it [Bbm] up in your room and shine bright like a prism.
[Abm] Displaying colors like Rayola.
Thinking of prisms and straight soldiers.
Think about the niggas who fucked us and played [Db] Dover.
Think about the mothers who suffered and prayed Dover.
Just look at the [Eb] picture I'm painting.
It's so perfect.
[Ab] Open [Bbm] your eyes, motherfuckers.
[Abm] Yeah, duckers.
No survivors.
Every soul shall suffer.
I'm loading up revivers.
Every shell shall [Db] touch her.
I promise.
It's like the hair with these man.
I'm a brush up.
[Ebm] Goddamn, it's not funny.
[Abm]
Can't explain how I write.
[Db]
[Ebm]
[Abm]
[Db]
[Gb] [Ebm]
[Bbm] [Abm]
[B]
Key:
Abm
Db
Bbm
Ebm
Eb
Abm
Db
Bbm
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
[Abm] _ [Bbm] I'm just _ _ [Bbm] a picture, a [C] picture in a frame.
Pause, I don't [A] control the [Ebm] colors. _
It's nothing like it.
Yo, [Bbm] I'm ten steps ahead of niggas.
That shit [Abm] scary.
Sometimes I feel ahead of myself.
I hear this voice in the back of my mind.
Like Mac, [Db] maintain.
Just grind.
All better yourself.
So what I do, I take ye and pick up the pace.
Can't [Ab] explain it when I pick up my son and look [Abm] at my face.
I'm like a black rose growing in the concrete.
Tracking and painting.
Hear that voice go again.
[Db] Mac, practice for greatness.
You pay for them immaculate statements.
Keep [Eb] thinking out of my [Bbm] lines like a psychic.
I can't explain it.
There's no pen when [Abm] I write it.
It's nothing like it. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] What you want me to tell you, huh?
Fuck niggas.
Niggas [Eb] thought I was slatter, huh?
Thought I was [Ab] dumb.
When I used to use my mind, [Abm] I used to disuse my nine.
I used to run wild with my boys.
In these streets, wild with these wars.
Now in the [Db] Quran and 48 laws, they polish my floors.
I'm moving niggas like [Ebm] brothers with no [Bbm] strings attached.
It's nothing [Ab] for bigots.
So you know it ain't a thing for [Abm] Mac to look in your eyes.
See through your heart.
Know it through spirit.
Pick you apart like you niggas.
It's transparent.
[Db] It's like Mac was born with [Gb] a big parents.
I'm like the sunshine [Eb] of that night.
Imagine [Bbm] it, dog.
I know you wanna [Bbm] see me gradually fall.
[Abm] But I'm walking on air, breaking every gravity law.
It's nothing like it, I swear.
I spit [Db] words that skip through air.
Like these snopes of a true thug hit your ear.
[Eb] They change colors like blue blood when they hit the air.
It's nothing like it.
[Abm] Goddamn.
Goddamn. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ Fuck all this.
I changed my whole life [Ebm] in about nine [Ab] months.
Just like sperm in a [Abm] womb, these young niggas never learn to they doom.
Try to tell them you can burn young punk without smelling the fumes.
[Db] Make you shiver in the middle of June.
Painting pictures so vivid.
[Eb] You can hang it [Bbm] up in your room and shine bright like a prism.
[Abm] Displaying colors like Rayola.
Thinking of prisms and straight soldiers.
Think about the niggas who fucked us and played [Db] Dover.
Think about the mothers who suffered and prayed Dover.
Just look at the [Eb] picture I'm painting.
It's so perfect.
[Ab] Open [Bbm] your eyes, motherfuckers.
[Abm] Yeah, duckers.
No survivors.
Every soul shall suffer.
I'm loading up revivers.
Every shell shall [Db] touch her.
I promise.
It's like the hair with these man.
I'm a brush up.
_ [Ebm] Goddamn, it's not funny.
_ _ _ [Abm] _
Can't explain how I write. _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ [Bbm] I'm just _ _ [Bbm] a picture, a [C] picture in a frame.
Pause, I don't [A] control the [Ebm] colors. _
It's nothing like it.
Yo, [Bbm] I'm ten steps ahead of niggas.
That shit [Abm] scary.
Sometimes I feel ahead of myself.
I hear this voice in the back of my mind.
Like Mac, [Db] maintain.
Just grind.
All better yourself.
So what I do, I take ye and pick up the pace.
Can't [Ab] explain it when I pick up my son and look [Abm] at my face.
I'm like a black rose growing in the concrete.
Tracking and painting.
Hear that voice go again.
[Db] Mac, practice for greatness.
You pay for them immaculate statements.
Keep [Eb] thinking out of my [Bbm] lines like a psychic.
I can't explain it.
There's no pen when [Abm] I write it.
It's nothing like it. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] What you want me to tell you, huh?
Fuck niggas.
Niggas [Eb] thought I was slatter, huh?
Thought I was [Ab] dumb.
When I used to use my mind, [Abm] I used to disuse my nine.
I used to run wild with my boys.
In these streets, wild with these wars.
Now in the [Db] Quran and 48 laws, they polish my floors.
I'm moving niggas like [Ebm] brothers with no [Bbm] strings attached.
It's nothing [Ab] for bigots.
So you know it ain't a thing for [Abm] Mac to look in your eyes.
See through your heart.
Know it through spirit.
Pick you apart like you niggas.
It's transparent.
[Db] It's like Mac was born with [Gb] a big parents.
I'm like the sunshine [Eb] of that night.
Imagine [Bbm] it, dog.
I know you wanna [Bbm] see me gradually fall.
[Abm] But I'm walking on air, breaking every gravity law.
It's nothing like it, I swear.
I spit [Db] words that skip through air.
Like these snopes of a true thug hit your ear.
[Eb] They change colors like blue blood when they hit the air.
It's nothing like it.
[Abm] Goddamn.
Goddamn. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ Fuck all this.
I changed my whole life [Ebm] in about nine [Ab] months.
Just like sperm in a [Abm] womb, these young niggas never learn to they doom.
Try to tell them you can burn young punk without smelling the fumes.
[Db] Make you shiver in the middle of June.
Painting pictures so vivid.
[Eb] You can hang it [Bbm] up in your room and shine bright like a prism.
[Abm] Displaying colors like Rayola.
Thinking of prisms and straight soldiers.
Think about the niggas who fucked us and played [Db] Dover.
Think about the mothers who suffered and prayed Dover.
Just look at the [Eb] picture I'm painting.
It's so perfect.
[Ab] Open [Bbm] your eyes, motherfuckers.
[Abm] Yeah, duckers.
No survivors.
Every soul shall suffer.
I'm loading up revivers.
Every shell shall [Db] touch her.
I promise.
It's like the hair with these man.
I'm a brush up.
_ [Ebm] Goddamn, it's not funny.
_ _ _ [Abm] _
Can't explain how I write. _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _