| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| The mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| Yo, the mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| Look, ock, I walk around a little edgy already
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| Y’all MC’s come into my face, but my aim’s steady
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| M-Illatant is skilled in most strategic plan
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| I float across seas and breeze across land
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| Standing, in these thoughts of murder within
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| Destructor of this world that’s corrupted with sin
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| I’m always hitting, to leave MC’s guessing
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| For any transgression, in my perimeter
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| There will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated
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| Buddha session, to stop stressing
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| Me with the madness, putting niggas on my had list
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| No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt
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| Jim Carrey ass niggas start to melt
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| Impact like a buckle being swung from off a belt
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| Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter
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| My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter
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| My attitude a product of society
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| So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can’t rely on me
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| Niggas eyeing me, with looks of they anxiety
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| Wondering what’s in my heart, velocity or piety
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| Yo, it depends on which one you bring to surface
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| At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose
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| Malik B blend with the tree, to spot an enemy
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| You clogging me up, cat, now vacate the vicinity
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| The mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| Yo, the mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| I’m symbolic to a ballot, it’s Abdul Malik
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| Don’t approach with bullshit, I’m quick to call it invalid
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| Route through your district, we keep it simplistic
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| No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt
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| Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I’m on the paper chase
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| Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist
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| I’m tryna get it, these rain bottling thoughts become acidic
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| With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it
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| A girlfriend and team made million cash just split it
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| I take what you got to give, cause I got to live
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| The last hour, I bet your ass in rack shower
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| Might act up, but I still can pass Da’wah
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| I’m using new ways to try to reach these better days
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| Instead of tryna take you under, I just make you wonder
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| I still fast, make salaat and pay zakaat
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| I didn’t make Hajj yet, but that’s my next project
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| Living two lives, one of turn and one with true lies
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| Keeping up hope, knowing he’s answering to my du’as
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| In the quarters living modest with my nigga, Trotter
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| I circle my foes like a tawaf around the ka’ba
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| I used to live life like there was no mañana
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| Now, I’m treating every breath like it was Your Honor
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| M-Illa-tillatant with the Fifth that stand firm, like a pillar
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| I’m I and T-L like Manilla
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| The mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| Yo, the mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| The mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| Yo, the feet that I walk with
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| The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
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| Yo, the mouth that I talk with
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| The terror that I stalk with, now it’s time to spark shit
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| This is what it’s all about
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| This is what it’s all about
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| This is what it’s all about
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| This is what it’s all about
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| This is what it’s all about
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| This is what it’s all about
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| This is what it’s all about |