(andquot;youand'll soon depart..andquot; *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 itand's time to spark shit
[malik b]
Look god, i walk around a little edgy already
Yand'all mcand's come into my face, but my aimand'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 thatand's corrupted with sin
Iand'm always hittin, to leave mcand'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 canand't rely on me
Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety
Wonderin whatand'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
Chorus
[malik b]
Iand'm symbolic to a ballot, itand's abdul malik
Donand't approach with bullshit, iand'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 iand'm on the paper chase
Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist
Iand'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
Iand'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 didnand't make haj yet, but thatand's my next project
Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies
Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my duand'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 iand'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor
Iand'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm
Like a pillar, iand'm i and t-l like manilla
Chorus 2x
This is what itand's all about (7x)
