The Spark The Roots

[Intro]
Depart
Two, one, two, three

[Chorus: Malik B.]
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

[Verse 1: Malik B.]
Look, ahk, I walk around a little edgy already
Y'all emcees come into my face, but my aim steady
M-illa-tant 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 emcees guessing
For any transgression in my perimeter, there will be a blessing
And your explicit intoxicated Buddha session, so 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 you, 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