The Spark - The Roots

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

Yo, the feet that I walk with

The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with

Yo, the mouth that I talk with

The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit

Look, ock, I walk around a little edgy already

Y’all MC’s come into my face, but my aim’s steady

M-Illatant is skilled in most strategic plan

I float across seas and breeze across land

Standing, in these thoughts of murder within

Destructor 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 being 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 vacate the vicinity

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

Yo, the feet that I walk with

The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with

Yo, the mouth that I talk with

The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit

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 million cash just split it

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 Da’wah

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 a tawaf around the ka’ba

I used to live life like there was no mañana

Now, I’m treating every breath like it was Your Honor

M-Illa-tillatant with the Fifth that stand firm, like a pillar

I’m I and T-L like Manilla

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

Yo, the feet that I walk with

The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with

Yo, the mouth that I talk with

The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit

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

Yo, the feet that I walk with

The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with

Yo, the mouth that I talk with

The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit

This is what it’s all about

This is what it’s all about

This is what it’s all about

This is what it’s all about

This is what it’s all about

This is what it’s all about

This is what it’s all about