The Spark

[Hook] x2 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 [Verse 1: 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? 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 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 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 vacant the vicinity [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 nigga cash just splintered 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 dowa 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 tawwaf 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 I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla [Hook] [Outro] This is what it's all about