Текст песни The Roots - The Spark
The Roots - The Spark слова песни
("You`ll soon depart.." *echoes from the last track*)Chorus: Malik B (2X)Yo, the feet that I walk withThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see withThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk withNow it`s time to spark shit[Malik B]Look God, I walk around a little edgy alreadyY`all MC`s come into my face, but my aim`s steadyM-illitant is skilled in most strategic planI float across seas and, breezed across landStandin, in these thoughts of murder withinThe structure of this world that`s corrupted with sinI`m always hittin, to leave MC`s guessinFor any transgression, in my perimeterthere will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicatedbuddha session, to stop stressinme with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had listNo sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealtJim Carrey ass niggaz start to meltImpact like a buckle bein swung from off a beltAny help for shelter, when in the realms of a welterMy weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filterMy attitude a product of societySo sometimes for gratitude, you know you can`t rely on meNiggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxietyWonderin what`s in my heart, velocity or pietyYo, it depends on which one, you bring to surfaceAt times I get trife, but what to worship is my purposeMalik B blend with the tree, to spot an enemyYou cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinityChorus[Malik B]I`m symbolic to a ballot, it`s Abdul MalikDon`t approach with bullshit, I`m quick to call it invalidRoute through your district, we keep it simplisticNo need for the rapper to talk, put it on haltShow me the vault, or the safe, cause I`m on the paper chaseWade through route states for bout thirty down my waistI`m tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidicWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit itA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splinteredI take what you got to give, cause I got to liveThe last hour, I bet your ass ?Might act up, but I still can pass dowaI`m usin new ways to try to reach these better daysInstead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonderI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaatI didn`t make Haj yet, but that`s my next projectLivin two lives, one of turn and one with true liesKeepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du`aIn the quarters livin modest with my nigga TrotterI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kabaI used to live life, like there was no mananaNow I`m treatin every breath, like it was your honorI`m Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firmlike a pillar, I`m I and T-L like ManillaChorus 2XThis is what it`s all about (7X)