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 what you all enthralled
I lively up the with the yes, yes, y'all

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

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

Kick drum, that keeps punchin' that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the spaces in
For affecting rhymes that changing minds permanently
Like mescaline, giving whole perception, perspective
A new design that wreck 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 ladies will, who ride your ass up out the

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

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

But my prayers, you can hear what I'm to you
Now, if you fakin' it, may strange to you
some way under my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I only do that murder rap shit, for those the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm to you all, back 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 pots full of wesson

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

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

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

In my quest to be the epitome, be cold in hell
'Fore I feel 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 thing and leaving a cloud of smoke
Wherever I go, I'm balling, whether I'm flat, dead, broke
I'm heeding my and leaving a ball of rappers with heads roast
And that universal dopeness to the East and West 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 he manifest artistry

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

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

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

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