Artist: No Malice f/ Ab-Liva Album: Hear Ye Him Song: Smoke & Mirrors Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: No Malice] When I was a child, I thought as a child I talked like a child, I even reasoned.. like a child But when I became a man, I put away childish things [Ab-Liva] It's like the blind leadin the blind, they caught up in the shine The tokens of success is not clearly defined The watermelon's gone, and all that's left is rind And yet you keep eatin, eatin... But in the back of your mind, if somewhat you rewind Ever wonder why they continue to let you dine Place a glass ceiling, continue to let you climb Place drugs in the hood and pretendin to let you grind That little job they pretendin to let you find Boxed in, they continue to let you mime That little deal they continue to let you sign My nigga, they spent more on spilled wine ...I gotta speak to my kind Call me 8:45 cause both hands on the 9 It's from the heart and it's so sincere in every rhyme I could let the wheel go, the Lord steers every time Shyeah, if no child left behind Black faces on "The First 48" look like mine Yeah, cause when that nigga in a bind The ones in position from my view look like Shyne Damn, and we the culprit in the crimes In the pulpit, niggaz lyin, they just pokin at the lion 'Til my soul start flyin or fryin, I'ma be defiant It's written on the wall like a Mayan [Interlude: No Malice] Y'know, the truth is a funny thing! I mean... it's a double-edged sword It separate bone from the marrow, spirit from the flesh And if it's a lie, then say it's a lie But if it's the truth.. and that saw hits you All you better do.. is say OUCH! {Ab-Liva over interlude} When there's smoke, there's fire For every truth, there's a liar For every king, there's one higher ... They say we're living in this hell now Only gets to the core when it melts down Can't speak from the heart, it's not felt now [No Malice] It's of a biblical proportion, what you are witnessing Spiritual abortion, slaughter of innocents Guilty as charged, destruction of a lineage Now pray, Father God, you allow me to repent of it And any crime scene that bear Malice's fingerprint I pitched those keys like a tent, without thinkin Even served our own mommas, without blinkin Walking dead, clueless, no inkling Within a twinkling, seein what I was made of While y'all speculate Clipse break-up Well think it not strange if I'm Abel to his Cain Hell, even Esau had a Jacob, I ain't trippin And what's with all this swag I ain't feelin Gotta get that money, huh? - Nah, I'm chillin And I ain't sellin my soul for no million Cause that dead-end rap can't even crack its glass ceiling~! Why such blasphemy and anger toward a God which none hath seen Hmm, leads me to believe That there's a wee bit more to this Jesus thing And they use His name to sell them pies Cause it take a lot of truth just to sell that LIE YES! Even now I repent Of the circus acts, same clowns, different tent [Outro: No Malice] I mean... if we gonna kill the kids... ..then let's kill the kids! Pop that molly, right? I mean, load them choppers, right?! Homeboy, the line's been drawn And if you find it evil to serve the Lord Then choose THIS day, whom you will serve