Roots - The Spark Lyrics
(youll soon depart.. *echoes from the last track*)Chorus: malik b (2x)Yo, the feet that I walk withThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see withThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk withNow its time to spark shit[malik b]Look god, I walk around a little edgy alreadyYall mcs come into my face, but my aims steadyM-illitant is skilled in most strategic planI float across seas and, breezed across landStandin, in these thoughts of murder withinThe structure of this world thats corrupted with sinIm always hittin, to leave mcs guessinFor any transgression, in my perimeterThere will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicatedBuddha session, to stop stressinMe with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had listNo sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealtJim carrey ass niggaz start to meltImpact like a buckle bein swung from off a beltAny help for shelter, when in the realms of a welterMy weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filterMy attitude a product of societySo sometimes for gratitude, you know you cant rely on meNiggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxietyWonderin whats in my heart, velocity or pietyYo, it depends on which one, you bring to surfaceAt times I get trife, but what to worship is my purposeMalik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemyYou cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinityChorus[malik b]Im symbolic to a ballot, its abdul malikDont approach with bullshit, Im quick to call it invalidRoute through your district, we keep it simplisticNo need for the rapper to talk, put it on haltShow me the vault, or the safe, cause Im on the paper chaseWade through route states for bout thirty down my waistIm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidicWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit itA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splinteredI take what you got to give, cause I got to liveThe last hour, I bet your ass ?Might act up, but I still can pass dowaIm usin new ways to try to reach these better daysInstead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonderI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaatI didnt make haj yet, but thats my next projectLivin two lives, one of turn and one with true liesKeepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my duaIn the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotterI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kabaI used to live life, like there was no mananaNow Im treatin every breath, like it was your honorIm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firmLike a pillar, Im I and t-l like manillaChorus 2xThis is what its all about (7x)
