Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

all stall, you jaw'll go slack
I deliver makin' and shivers all down your back
Like a river flow the
Bounces in Cadillacs, bumpin' that Blackalicious

Kick drum, that punchin' through that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the in time
For miles affecting rhymes that changing minds
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 can get rowdy like the party was a riot
Try it and the ladies will, who ride ass up out the spotlite

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

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

But my prayers, you can hear what I'm to you
Now, if you it, may sound strange to you
Like some way under my breath, I'm playing
But I only do that murder rap shit, for those the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm trying to you all, to the essence

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

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

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

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

In my quest to be the epitome, it'll be in hell
I feel stress from any of these illiterate
Insecure about, they little insignificant
Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, whenever the gift put out a fly

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

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

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

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

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

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