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Ignorant thieves stole the spark inside
Fire put out for good, can it be started again?
Restrained needs to perform dam up by wicked fools
No way
I light a spark and you feed the flame
The whole world’s on fire
I say a word, then you say the same
Now we're all in the choir

And one thing’s for
can no one understand this

I climbed the ladder stair by stair
I hoped that I would get somewhere
I found that movement is my way
To stop the world
by and weeks turned into years
Every drip of hope became a sea of fears
Somewhere in the dark, a light or just a spark

Brothers in arms fighting
Spark Melody, yeah

Where you go?
Do you go?

Where you go?
Go go go yea
Where you go go go go go go go
Where you go?
Where you go?
Where you go?
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark
now,
There's no way out we're talking soul to soul
Right here and right now,
We're standing face to face
Take me by the hand and we're flying
Until
I believe in God but I've no reason to follow. 
Lost my virginity to myself, I'm just sparks and meat. 
I believe in love, but I'm gassy, dank
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark
verbal sharp shootin
While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin
Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion
Movin at the speed of light, nice
wondered where you had learned it from
Even I wondered too
You know very well, it's yours too
Yo God, it's a duel, it's a duel
Hey, by the Gods, will you
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi 

Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers 
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
I smoke till my eyes seem, lime green
and there's no cure but a bath in visine
my dope's fresh off the boat, and my buds juicy
with fiery red hairs
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
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