The Spark Lyrics - Things Fall Apart - The Roots

(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 

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[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 

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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)