Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested
With more destruction, my vocal eruption
Was speaking 'bout corruption with no introduction
Approach me with caution cause I spark losses
M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin'
Leaving niggas stiff like I'm starchin', departin'
Hollywood Sambos are jokes just like Martin
I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward
With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword
Self-proclaimed lames calling theyselves bold
They shall be floored when the claps applaud
If this the point of life when I can’t afford
Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud
Now back to the topic of the rap philosopher
With more drama than a soap opera
Who stops the propaganda, the hot block commander
Putting a halt to all the backtalk and slander
Warn every challenger about the silencer
Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar

The Spark is my #1 Malik B joint.

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