Roots - The Spark lyrics
rate me("You'll soon depart.." *echoes from the last track*)<br />
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Chorus: Malik B (2X)<br />
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Yo, the feet that I walk with<br />
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with<br />
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with<br />
Now it's time to spark shit<br />
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[Malik B]<br />
Look God, I walk around a little edgy already<br />
Y'all MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady<br />
M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan<br />
I float across seas and, breezed across land<br />
Standin, in these thoughts of murder within<br />
The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin<br />
I'm always hittin, to leave MC's guessin<br />
For any transgression, in my perimeter<br />
There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated<br />
Buddha session, to stop stressin<br />
Me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list<br />
No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt<br />
Jim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt<br />
Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt<br />
Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter<br />
My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter<br />
My attitude a product of society<br />
So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me<br />
Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety<br />
Wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety<br />
Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface<br />
At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose<br />
Malik B blend with the tree, to spot an enemy<br />
You cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[Malik B]<br />
I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik<br />
Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid<br />
Route through your district, we keep it simplistic<br />
No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt<br />
Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase<br />
Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist<br />
I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic<br />
With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it<br />
A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered<br />
I take what you got to give, cause I got to live<br />
The last hour, I bet your ass ?<br />
Might act up, but I still can pass dowa<br />
I'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days<br />
Instead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder<br />
I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat<br />
I didn't make Haj yet, but that's my next project<br />
Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies<br />
Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a<br />
In the quarters livin modest with my nigga Trotter<br />
I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba<br />
I used to live life, like there was no manana<br />
Now I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor<br />
I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm<br />
Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla<br />
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Chorus 2X<br />
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This is what it's all about (7X)
