Artist: No Malice f/ Pusha T, Ras Attitude Album: Hear Ye Him Song: Shame the Devil Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Ras Attitude] Fyah, fyah, dem can't touch di fyah Fyah, fyah, internal fyah Fyah, fyah, dem can't touch di fyah Cause a red hot fyah fi gon burn bagga wire Fyah, fyah, dem can't touch di fyah Fyah, fyah, internal fyah Fyah, fyah, dem can't touch di fyah Cause a red hot fyah fi gon burn bagga wire [No Malice] The price of hell has its benefits ..I pray you not be ignorant ...Clearly I am seeing with ..My all-seeing eye, no pyramid I, too, was a derelict The truth raised me from the dead when I became aware of it ..Ridin Tony's coattails Now Tony in a cold cell Wife home, miss him a lot She might wait, she might not Lookin at a whole family torn apart Man, this game colder than a whore's heart ..And we don't cop pleas Never mind snitchin, he better not sneeze Did I scale them keys? You be the judge Every good boy deserves fudge [Chorus] [No Malice] Led to the slaughter, precious is the blood That stained the cross, there's no greater love Like the days of Noah, no greater flood Than when them birds got shipped, no turtle doves ..Maybe a few chickens That I saved, for the drought, when it was slim pickings Then with one touch my soul became quickened When I revisit my past my soul becomes sickened! Clock's tickin, go check your Audemar The bezel on that Chopard will only get you so far Mozart never tickled this many keys And your favorite emcees ain't who they claim to be The cat's out the bag, WHOOPS! Shame on me I don't fear death, they tell me it come in threes Be ye not deceived, we reap as we sow Life, too, comes in threes: Father, Son, Holy Ghost [Chorus] [Pusha T] Hell or high water, we gon' keep rollin Lookin in my watch it's like hell freezed over Hell, money couldn't hold my composure Bull in a china shop, that's how I'm bulldozin Gene found God, they thinkin we at odds Must ain't know my father, he ain't never spared a rod EGHCK~! It's two sides to a card Just opposite ends of two peas in a pod [No Malice] And I owe it to my Granny who instilled the fear of God In the heavens lookin at me, receivin this Grammy nod The game camouflage like S.W.A.T. Team riot gear Dudes is facades in this lane we pioneered Now they can't wait 'til we drop, that's diarrhea I found God, the rest found +Jail+ like Madea That's what you get when you pumpin that Britney Spears Now how you gon' act at the truth that's in your ear? [Chorus]