Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

When I'm on the mic, I stand tall gall
Style worth more than anything you goin' in mall
The treasure of the mutiny is keeps you all enthralled
I lively up the people with the yes, yes,

Create, wait, watch and let the fake
Employ my strategy checkmate
your bluff in that destruction, of all previous discussion
When I hit like a concussion, your heart stall

Recorders all stall, you go slack
I deliver makin' quivers and all down your back
Like a river the beat
Bounces in Cadillacs, bumpin' that Blackalicious

Kick drum, that keeps punchin' that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the spaces in
For miles affecting rhymes that minds permanently
Like mescaline, giving your whole perception,
A new design wreck that misconception

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC The suckas stay quiet
The crowd can get rowdy like the party was a
Try it and the will, who ride your ass up out the spotlite

"You crazy, don't you know that Lateef'll set it on you?
He better than you", she telling you the due
I you the proof due
Step you, end up getting cut up by the edge

Down back, by the end I say, Don't get
baby, I'm very highly motivated
I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing like did
Hope your vision ain't

But my prayers, you can what I'm saying to you
Now, if you fakin' it, may strange to you
Like way under my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I only do murder rap shit, for those whose the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm trying to you all, back to the

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the presence
Making MC's act humble peasants
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your goose and your
Taking your leaving your ass, butt naked
Soul exposed, no material
Low and behold, we going back to the

I be that G I to the F, I get def up on that mic
I swing that lefty, no and effortlessly
And in the right frame of
Electricity combined with mind, soul and the way I flex the

Focus, makes some heads quite restless in this vicinty
Trying to fill me out but they jesters in my vicinty stuck in my art
Trying to feather my energy, I bless of enemies
Hittin' me with expressions that would, so would to get rid of me

In my quest to be the epitome, be cold in hell
'Fore I feel stress from any of illiterate
Insecure about, little insignificant contributions
Infinitely I'm yes and don't, whenever the gift put out a fly quote

Yes, I'm my thing and leaving a cloud of cess smoke
Wherever I go, whether I'm balling, I'm flat, dead, broke
I'm heeding my and leaving a ball of rappers with heads roast
And bringing universal dopeness to the East and West Coast

And really no one the best, is God
Allowing you to harness the energy, within whoever the most
At the moment, it the farthest
So Him 'cause it's through you that he manifest artistry

a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty
And Satan is a diseased, that needs to be quarantined
And caged in, I'm riding a of dopeness, come on aboard with me
And engage in a tale of musical

An MC lynchin', GA
Lyrical fifth dimension miracles, all up in system

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the presence
Making act humble like peasants
Smoking the mic and leaving but resin
Making the spots, pop like full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, goose and your pheasant
Taking props leaving your ass, butt naked
Soul exposed, no protection
Low and behold, we going to the essence