The Roots – The Spark Lyrics

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[Hook]
Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with
Now it's time to spark shit

[Verse 1: Malik B]
Look God, I walk around a little edgy already
Y'all MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady
M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan
I float across seas and, breezed across land
Standing, in these thoughts of murder within
The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin
I'm always hitting, to leave MC's guessing
For any transgression, in my perimeter
There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated
Buddha session, to stop stressing
Me with the madness, putting niggas on my had list
No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt
Jim Carrey ass niggas start to melt
Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt
Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter
My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter
My attitude a product of society
So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me

Niggas eyeing me, with looks of they anxiety
Wondering what's in my heart, velocity or piety
Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface
At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose
Malik B blend with the tree, to spot an enemy
You clogging me up cat, now vacant the vicinity

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik
Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid

Route through your district, we keep it simplistic
No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt
Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase
Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist
I'm tryna get it, these rain bottling thoughts become acidic
With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it
A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered
I take what you got to give, cause I got to live
The last hour, I bet your ass in rack shower
Might act up, but I still can pass dowa
I'm using new ways to try to reach these better days
Instead of tryna take you under I just make you wonder
I still fast, make salaat and pay zakaat
I didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project

Living two lives, one of turn and one with true lies
Keeping up hope, knowing he's answering to my du'as
In the quarters living modest with my nigga Trotter
I circle my foes, like tawwaf around the ka'ba
I used to live life, like there was no manana
Now I'm treating every breath, like it was your honor

I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm
Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla

[Hook]

[Outro]
This is what it's all about

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