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'Smoke, Mirrors' Lyrics - No Malice (Ft. AB-Liva)
Here is Smoke, Mirrors Lyrics by No Malice Ft. AB-Liva

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

It's like the blind leading the blind
They caught up in the shine
The tokens of success is not clearly defined
The watermelons gone and all that's left is rhyme
And yet you keep beating, beating
But in the back of your mind there's 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 pretending to let you grind
That little job they pretending to let you find
Boxed in, they continue to let you mime
A little deal they continue to let you sign
It's been more and spil 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
Shit, 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, niggas lying, they just pokin' at the lion
‘Til my soul start flying and then frying, I'ma be defiant
It's written on the wall like a Mayan

You know, the truth is a funny thing
I mean, it's a double-edged sword
It separate bone from the marrow
Spirit from the flash
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

It's of a biblical proportion, what you are witnessing?
Spiritual abortion, slaughter of innocents
Guilty as charged, destruction of a lineage
I 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 mamas, without blinkin'
Walking dead, clueless, no inkling
Within a twinkling, seeing 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 daddy rap daddy they crack the black ceiling
Why such blasphemy and anger toward a God which none have 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 tint

I mean, if we gonna kill the kids
Then let's kill the kids
Pop that molly, right?
I mean, load them choppas, 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

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[pusha t:]
it's like an itch you can't scratch
it's like a bitch you can't shake
i still want it

sleeping with the finest
the thread count is bindless
security blanket of cocaine, i am linus
in this climate i'm kareem burke tied in
the roc silent partner i ain't throwing up the diamond
throwin' on the sherwin, collars up, bottles up
sparkles to the table, got em feeling like he's merlin
whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
learn from og's, alpha romeo's and sterling
updated that, upgraded that
suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sacks
yeah, talk money, i'm made of that
cocaine parties, like the 70′s i cater that
you know what fame is?
sittin with the women of your dreams and forgettin' what her name is
you know what pain is?
flushing 2 bricks and have a nigga try to strain it out the drainage

[hook:]
see my face on the news and it ain't tivo
i still wanna sell kilo's
it's like i'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico
i still wanna sell kilo's
searching for the fish scale like i'm tryna find nemo
i still wanna sell kilo's
that's what happen's when you michael and they try to treat you like tito
i still wanna sell kilo's

[rick ross:]
grew up watching momma car repoed
a little nigga staring through the peep hole
how you think i felt knowing daddy wasn't there
recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
get it how you live, always echoed in the streets
when we talking business, talking on the phone cease
feds listening to conversations through my own star
piecing puzzles together solving homocides [?]
dice game chatter, better bring your stash out
red velour, i'm in the white glass house
half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale
fiddling dope a real nigga sell yayo
everyday a nigga dies than we can't ask why
show em all love, the bitches fucked on the side
tony montana, tailor made suits in the church
rolls royce called [?], trunk full of work

[hook:]
see my face on the news and it ain't tivo
i still wanna sell kilo's
it's like i'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico
i still wanna sell kilo's
searching for the fish scale like i'm tryna find nemo
i still wanna sell kilo's
that's what happen's when you michael and they try to treat you like tito
i still wanna sell kilo's

[ab liva:]
testarossa top models, g4′s, gucci pass the crease off
everything i climb in, i win
richer male, [?], remarkable timing
black label everything, logo's in the lining
bell biv devoe push poison like a copper head
powder smoke clears through the walking dead
the rose bottles pour for the champions
you think it was a grammy win
celebration spills through the morning like an ambion
bithces love my ambience
chain swinging, ticker taping like it's mardi gras
thousand niggas deep, never needed body guards
thousands keys that i'm about to do pilates on
where the kings crowned like the grill a maserati's on
candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper
blew a fuse and caught a body on
cocaine storaging
liva living dreams, ya deloreans pouring in

[hook]

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