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you shuffled and your cards get dealt\nJim carrey ass niggaz start to melt\nImpact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt\nAny help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\nMy weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\nMy attitude a product of society\nSo sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\nNiggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety\nWonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety\nYo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\nAt times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\nMalik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\nYou cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n\nChorus\n\n[Malik b]\nI'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik\nDon't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\nRoute through your district, we keep it simplistic\nNo need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\nShow me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\nWade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\nI'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic\nWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\nA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\nI take what you got to give, cause I got to live\nThe last hour, I bet your ass?\nMight act up, but I still can pass dowa\nI'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days\nInstead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder\nI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\nI didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project\nLivin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\nKeepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a\nIn the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter\nI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\nI used to live life, like there was no manana\nNow I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor\nI'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm\nLike a pillar, I'm I and t-l like manilla\n\nChorus 2x\n\nThis is what it's all about (7x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] (You'll soon depart. *echoes from the last track*)\n[00:06.13] Chorus: malik b (2x)\n[00:07.08] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[00:07.95] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[00:10.79] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[00:13.94] Now it's time to spark shit\n[00:26.49] [Malik b]\n[00:26.77] Look god, I walk around a little edgy already\n[00:29.08] Y'all mc's come into my face, but my aim's steady\n[00:31.68] M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\n[00:34.00] I float across seas and, breezed across land\n[00:37.03] Standin, in these thoughts of murder within\n[00:39.47] The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\n[00:41.86] I'm always hittin, to leave mc's guessin\n[00:44.56] For any transgression, in my perimeter\n[00:47.01] There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\n[00:50.04] Buddha session, to stop stressin\n[00:52.02] Me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list\n[00:54.97] No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\n[00:58.01] Jim carrey ass niggaz start to melt\n[01:00.25] Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt\n[01:02.88] Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\n[01:05.53] My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\n[01:08.29] My attitude a product of society\n[01:10.45] So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\n[01:12.96] Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety\n[01:15.91] Wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety\n[01:19.18] Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\n[01:21.28] At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\n[01:23.79] Malik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\n[01:26.51] You cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n[01:29.00] Chorus\n[01:48.72] [Malik b]\n[01:49.79] I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik\n[01:52.36] Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n[01:55.32] Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n[01:57.83] No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n[02:00.35] Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\n[02:02.80] Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\n[02:05.41] I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic\n[02:08.14] With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\n[02:10.80] A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\n[02:13.44] I take what you got to give, cause I got to live\n[02:16.02] The last hour, I bet your ass?\n[02:18.78] Might act up, but I still can pass dowa\n[02:21.31] I'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days\n[02:23.83] Instead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder\n[02:26.52] I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\n[02:29.23] I didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project\n[02:31.91] Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\n[02:34.54] Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a\n[02:36.98] In the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter\n[02:39.50] I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\n[02:42.18] I used to live life, like there was no manana\n[02:44.98] Now I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor\n[02:47.55] I'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm\n[02:49.84] Like a pillar, I'm I and t-l like manilla\n[02:52.79] Chorus 2x\n[03:13.24] This is what it's all about (7x)\n[03:43.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Spark\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: Things Fall Apart (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (You'll soon depart. *echoes from the last track*)\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 6130\n- text: 'Chorus: malik b (2x)'\n  start_ms: 6130\n  end_ms: 7080\n- text: Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  start_ms: 7080\n  end_ms: 7950\n- text: The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  start_ms: 7950\n  end_ms: 10790\n- text: The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  start_ms: 10790\n  end_ms: 13940\n- text: Now it's time to spark shit\n  start_ms: 13940\n  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 Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n\n  [Malik b]\n  Look god, I walk around a little edgy already\n  Y'all mc's come into my face, but my aim's steady\n  M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\n  I float across seas and, breezed across land\n  Standin, in these thoughts of murder within\n  The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\n  I'm always hittin, to leave mc's guessin\n  For any transgression, in my perimeter\n  There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\n  Buddha session, to stop stressin\n  Me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list\n  No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\n  Jim carrey ass niggaz start to melt\n  Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt\n  Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\n  My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\n  My attitude a product of society\n  So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\n  Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety\n  Wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety\n  Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\n  At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\n  Malik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\n  You cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Malik b]\n  I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik\n  Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n  Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n  No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n  Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\n  Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\n  I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic\n  With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\n  A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\n  I take what you got to give, cause I got to live\n  The last hour, I bet your ass?\n  Might act up, but I still can pass dowa\n  I'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days\n  Instead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder\n  I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\n  I didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project\n  Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\n  Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a\n  In the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter\n  I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\n  I used to live life, like there was no manana\n  Now I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor\n  I'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm\n  Like a pillar, I'm I and t-l like manilla\n\n  Chorus 2x\n\n  This is what it's all about (7x)\n"},{"id":31541,"name":"The Spark","trackName":"The Spark","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Things Fall Apart","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\nYo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\nLook God, I walk around a little edgy already\nY'all MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady\nM-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\nI float across seas and, breezed across land\nStandin', in these thoughts of murder within\nThe structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\nI'm always hittin', to leave MC's guessin'\nFor any transgression, in my perimeter\nThere will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\nBuddha session, to stop stressin'\nMe with the madness, puttin' niggaz on my had list\nNo sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\nJim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt\nImpact like a buckle bein' swung from off a belt\nAny help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\nMy weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\nMy attitude a product of society\nSo sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\nNiggaz eyein' me, with looks of they anxiety\nWonderin' what's in my heart, velocity or piety\nYo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\nAt times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\nMalik be blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\nYou cloggin' me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\nYo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\nYo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\nI'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik\nDon't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\nRoute through your district, we keep it simplistic\nNo need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\nShow me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\nWade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\nI'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin' thoughts become acidic\nWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\nA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\nI take what you got to give, cause I got to live\nThe last hour, I bet your ass you act sour\nMight act up, but I still can pass dowa\nI'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days\nInstead of tryin' to take you under I just make you wonder\nI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\nI didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project\nLivin' two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\nKeepin' a hoe, knowin' these hands into my do'as\nIn the quarters livin' modest with my nigga Trotter\nI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\nI used to live life, like there was no mañana\nNow I'm treatin' every breath, like it was your honor\nI'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm\nLike a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla\nYo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\nYo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\nThis is what it's all about","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.65] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[00:06.58] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[00:09.89] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[00:13.07] Now it's time to spark shit\n[00:14.67] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[00:16.62] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[00:19.86] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[00:23.53] Now it's time to spark shit\n[00:25.22] Look God, I walk around a little edgy already\n[00:28.07] Y'all MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady\n[00:30.73] M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\n[00:33.07] I float across seas and, breezed across land\n[00:35.94] Standin', in these thoughts of murder within\n[00:38.39] The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\n[00:40.97] I'm always hittin', to leave MC's guessin'\n[00:43.78] For any transgression, in my perimeter\n[00:46.17] There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\n[00:49.16] Buddha session, to stop stressin'\n[00:51.10] Me with the madness, puttin' niggaz on my had list\n[00:53.99] No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\n[00:57.41] Jim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt\n[00:59.43] Impact like a buckle bein' swung from off a belt\n[01:01.88] Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\n[01:04.61] My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\n[01:07.32] My attitude a product of society\n[01:09.41] So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\n[01:12.09] Niggaz eyein' me, with looks of they anxiety\n[01:14.89] Wonderin' what's in my heart, velocity or piety\n[01:17.88] Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\n[01:20.42] At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\n[01:22.94] Malik be blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\n[01:25.61] You cloggin' me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n[01:28.11] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[01:30.13] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[01:33.40] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[01:36.69] Now it's time to spark shit\n[01:38.47] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[01:40.27] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[01:43.49] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[01:47.05] Now it's time to spark shit\n[01:48.97] I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik\n[01:51.52] Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n[01:54.24] Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n[01:56.85] No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n[01:59.58] Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\n[02:01.93] Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\n[02:04.47] I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin' thoughts become acidic\n[02:07.27] With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\n[02:09.94] A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\n[02:12.58] I take what you got to give, cause I got to live\n[02:15.15] The last hour, I bet your ass you act sour\n[02:17.94] Might act up, but I still can pass dowa\n[02:20.48] I'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days\n[02:22.92] Instead of tryin' to take you under I just make you wonder\n[02:25.63] I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\n[02:28.24] I didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project\n[02:31.09] Livin' two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\n[02:33.67] Keepin' a hoe, knowin' these hands into my do'as\n[02:36.22] In the quarters livin' modest with my nigga Trotter\n[02:38.76] I circle my foes, like 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with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n  Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n  I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik\n  Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n  Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n  No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n  Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\n  Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\n  I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin' thoughts become acidic\n  With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\n  A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\n  I take what you got to give, cause I got to live\n  The last hour, I bet your ass you act sour\n  Might act up, but I still can pass dowa\n  I'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days\n  Instead of 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dealt\nJim carrey ass niggaz start to melt\nImpact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt\nAny help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\nMy weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\nMy attitude a product of society\nSo sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\nNiggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety\nWonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety\nYo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\nAt times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\nMalik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\nYou cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n\nChorus\n\n[Malik b]\nI'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik\nDon't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\nRoute through your district, we keep it simplistic\nNo need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\nShow me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\nWade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\nI'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic\nWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\nA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\nI take what you got to give, cause I got to live\nThe last hour, I bet your ass?\nMight act up, but I still can pass dowa\nI'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days\nInstead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder\nI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\nI didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project\nLivin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\nKeepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a\nIn the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter\nI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\nI used to live life, like there was no manana\nNow I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor\nI'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm\nLike a pillar, I'm I and t-l like manilla\n\nChorus 2x\n\nThis is what it's all about (7x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] (You'll soon depart. *echoes from the last track*)\n[00:06.13] Chorus: malik b 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on the paper chase\nWade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\nI'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin' thoughts become acidic\nWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\nA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\nI take what you got to give, cause I got to live\nThe last hour, I bet your ass you act sour\nMight act up, but I still can pass dowa\nI'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days\nInstead of tryin' to take you under I just make you wonder\nI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\nI didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project\nLivin' two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\nKeepin' a hoe, knowin' these hands into my do'as\nIn the quarters livin' modest with my nigga Trotter\nI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\nI used to live life, like there was no mañana\nNow I'm treatin' every breath, like it was your honor\nI'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm\nLike a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla\nYo, the 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float across seas and, breezed across land\n[00:35.94] Standin', in these thoughts of murder within\n[00:38.39] The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\n[00:40.97] I'm always hittin', to leave MC's guessin'\n[00:43.78] For any transgression, in my perimeter\n[00:46.17] There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\n[00:49.16] Buddha session, to stop stressin'\n[00:51.10] Me with the madness, puttin' niggaz on my had list\n[00:53.99] No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\n[00:57.41] Jim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt\n[00:59.43] Impact like a buckle bein' swung from off a belt\n[01:01.88] Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\n[01:04.61] My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\n[01:07.32] My attitude a product of society\n[01:09.41] So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\n[01:12.09] Niggaz eyein' me, with looks of they anxiety\n[01:14.89] Wonderin' what's in my heart, velocity or piety\n[01:17.88] Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\n[01:20.42] At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\n[01:22.94] Malik be blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\n[01:25.61] You cloggin' me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n[01:28.11] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[01:30.13] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[01:33.40] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[01:36.69] Now it's time to spark shit\n[01:38.47] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[01:40.27] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[01:43.49] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[01:47.05] Now it's time to spark shit\n[01:48.97] I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik\n[01:51.52] Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n[01:54.24] Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n[01:56.85] No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n[01:59.58] Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper 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MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady\n  M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\n  I float across seas and, breezed across land\n  Standin', in these thoughts of murder within\n  The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\n  I'm always hittin', to leave MC's guessin'\n  For any transgression, in my perimeter\n  There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\n  Buddha session, to stop stressin'\n  Me with the madness, puttin' niggaz on my had list\n  No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\n  Jim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt\n  Impact like a buckle bein' swung from off a belt\n  Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\n  My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\n  My attitude a product of society\n  So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\n  Niggaz eyein' me, with looks of they anxiety\n  Wonderin' what's in my heart, velocity or piety\n  Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\n  At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\n  Malik be blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\n  You cloggin' me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n  Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n  Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n  I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik\n  Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n  Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n  No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n  Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\n  Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\n  I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin' thoughts become acidic\n  With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\n  A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\n  I take what you got to give, cause I got to live\n  The last hour, I bet your ass you act sour\n  Might act up, but I still can pass dowa\n  I'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days\n  Instead of tryin' to take you under I just make you wonder\n  I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\n  I didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project\n  Livin' two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\n  Keepin' a hoe, knowin' these hands into my do'as\n  In the quarters livin' modest with my nigga Trotter\n  I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\n  I used to live life, like there was no mañana\n  Now I'm treatin' every breath, like it was your honor\n  I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm\n  Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla\n  Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n  Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n  The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n  Now it's time to spark shit\n  This is what it's all about\n"},{"id":3950663,"name":"The Spark (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"The Spark (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Things Fall Apart","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(You'll soon depart. *echoes from the last track*)\n\nChorus: malik b (2x)\n\nYo, the feet that I walk with\nThe ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\nThe mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\nNow it's time to spark shit\n\n[Malik b]\nLook god, I walk around a little edgy already\nY'all mc's come into my face, but my aim's steady\nM-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\nI float across seas and, breezed across land\nStandin, in these thoughts of murder within\nThe structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\nI'm always hittin, to leave mc's guessin\nFor any transgression, in my perimeter\nThere will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\nBuddha session, to stop stressin\nMe with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list\nNo sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\nJim carrey ass niggaz start to melt\nImpact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt\nAny help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\nMy weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\nMy attitude a product of society\nSo sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\nNiggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety\nWonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety\nYo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\nAt times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\nMalik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\nYou cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n\nChorus\n\n[Malik b]\nI'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik\nDon't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\nRoute through your district, we keep it simplistic\nNo need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\nShow me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\nWade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\nI'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic\nWith one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\nA girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\nI take what you got to give, cause I got to live\nThe last hour, I bet your ass?\nMight act up, but I still can pass dowa\nI'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days\nInstead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder\nI still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\nI didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project\nLivin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\nKeepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a\nIn the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter\nI circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\nI used to live life, like there was no manana\nNow I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor\nI'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm\nLike a pillar, I'm I and t-l like manilla\n\nChorus 2x\n\nThis is what it's all about (7x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] (You'll soon depart. *echoes from the last track*)\n[00:06.13] Chorus: malik b (2x)\n[00:07.08] Yo, the feet that I walk with\n[00:07.95] The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with\n[00:10.79] The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with\n[00:13.94] Now it's time to spark shit\n[00:26.49] [Malik b]\n[00:26.77] Look god, I walk around a little edgy already\n[00:29.08] Y'all mc's come into my face, but my aim's steady\n[00:31.68] M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan\n[00:34.00] I float across seas and, breezed across land\n[00:37.03] Standin, in these thoughts of murder within\n[00:39.47] The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin\n[00:41.86] I'm always hittin, to leave mc's guessin\n[00:44.56] For any transgression, in my perimeter\n[00:47.01] There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated\n[00:50.04] Buddha session, to stop stressin\n[00:52.02] Me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list\n[00:54.97] No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt\n[00:58.01] Jim carrey ass niggaz start to melt\n[01:00.25] Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt\n[01:02.88] Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter\n[01:05.53] My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter\n[01:08.29] My attitude a product of society\n[01:10.45] So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me\n[01:12.96] Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety\n[01:15.91] Wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety\n[01:19.18] Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface\n[01:21.28] At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose\n[01:23.79] Malik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy\n[01:26.51] You cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity\n[01:29.00] Chorus\n[01:48.72] [Malik b]\n[01:49.79] I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik\n[01:52.36] Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid\n[01:55.32] Route through your district, we keep it simplistic\n[01:57.83] No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt\n[02:00.35] Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase\n[02:02.80] Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist\n[02:05.41] I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic\n[02:08.14] With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it\n[02:10.80] A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered\n[02:13.44] I take what you got to give, cause I got to live\n[02:16.02] The last hour, I bet your ass?\n[02:18.78] Might act up, but I still can pass dowa\n[02:21.31] I'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days\n[02:23.83] Instead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder\n[02:26.52] I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat\n[02:29.23] I didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project\n[02:31.91] Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies\n[02:34.54] Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a\n[02:36.98] In the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter\n[02:39.50] I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba\n[02:42.18] I used to live life, like there was no manana\n[02:44.98] Now I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor\n[02:47.55] I'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm\n[02:49.84] Like a pillar, I'm I and t-l like manilla\n[02:52.79] Chorus 2x\n[03:13.24] This is what it's all about (7x)\n[03:43.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Spark (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: The Roots\n  album: Things Fall Apart\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (You'll soon depart. *echoes from the last track*)\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 6130\n- text: 'Chorus: malik b (2x)'\n  start_ms: 6130\n  end_ms: 7080\n- text: Yo, the feet that I walk with\n  start_ms: 7080\n  end_ms: 7950\n- 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