Tytuł: The spark

• Wykonawca: The Roots
• Wyświetleń: 254

("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, Mix-a-Lot, and pay zakat
   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 are ?
   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)