The spark lyrics

Artist  : Roots 
Song : The spark
 
("you’ll soon depart.." *echoes from the
last track*)

Chorus: malik b (2x)

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

[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
Standin, in these thoughts of murder within
The structure of this world that’s corrupted with
sin
I’m always hittin, to leave mc’s guessin
For any transgression, in my perimeter
There will be a blessing, and your explicit
intoxicated
Buddha session, to stop stressin
Me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had
list
No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards
get dealt
Jim carrey ass niggaz 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
Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety
Wonderin 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 cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity

Chorus

[malik b]
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 tryin to get it, these rain bottlin 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 ? 
Might act up, but I still can pass dowa
I’m usin new ways to try to reach these better
days
Instead of tryin to take you under I just make
you wonder
I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat
I didn’t make haj yet, but that’s my next
project
Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true
lies
Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du’a
In the quarters livin modest with my nigga
trotter
I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba
I used to live life, like there was no manana
Now I’m treatin 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

Chorus 2x

This is what it’s all about (7x)