No Malice - Smoke & Mirrors Lyrics
feat. Ab-Liva[Intro - No Malice]When I was a childI thought as a childI talked like a childI even reasoned like a childBut when I became a manI put away childish things[Verse 1 - Ab-Liva]It's like the blind leading the blindThey caught up in the shineThe tokens of success is not clearly definedThe watermelons gone and all that's left is rindAnd yet you keep eating, eatingBut in the back of your mindIf somewhat you rewindEver wonder why they continue to let you dinePlace a glass ceiling, continue to let you climbPlace drugs in the hood and pretending to let you grindThat little job they pretending to let you findBoxed in, they continue to let you mimeThat little deal they continue to let you signPeep it, they spent more on spilled wineYeah, I gotta speak to my kindCall me 8:45 cause both hands on the 9It's from the heart and it's so sincere in every rhymeI could let the wheel go, the Lord steers every timeIf no child left behind, black faces on the first 48 look like mineYeah, cause when that nigga in a bindThe ones in position from my view look like ShyneDamn, and we the culprit in the crimesIn the pulpit, niggas lying, they just pokin' at the lion'Til my soul start flying or frying, I'mma be defiantIt's written on the wall like a Mayan[Interlude - No Malice]You know, the truth is a funny thingI mean, it's a double-edged swordIt separate bone from the marrowSpirit from the fleshAnd if it's a lie, then say it's a lieBut if it's the truthAnd that saw hits youAll you better do is say ouch[Verse 2 - No Malice]It's of a biblical proportion - what you are witnessingSpiritual abortion - slaughter of innocentsGuilty as charged, destruction of a lineageNow pray father God, you allow me to repent of itAnd any crime scene that bear Malice's fingerprintI pitched those keys like a tent, without thinkin'Even served our own mommas, without blinkin'Walking dead, clueless, no inklingWithin a twinkling, seeing what I was made ofWhile y'all speculate Clipse break upWell think it not strange if I'm Abel to his CainHell, 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 millionCause that dead-end rap can't even crack its glass ceilingWhy such blasphemyAnd anger toward a God which none hath seenHmm, leads me to believeThat there's a wee bit more to this Jesus thingAnd they use his name to sell them piesCause it take a lot of truth just to sell that lieYes, even now I repentOf the circus acts, same clowns, different tent[Outro - No Malice]I mean, if we gonna kill the kidsThen let's kill the kidsPop that molly, right?I mean, load them choppers, right?Homeboy, the line's been drawnAnd if you find it evil to serve the LordThen choose this dayWhom you will serve
