Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

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

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

"You crazy, you know that fool Lateef'll 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

Down back, by the end I say, get contrary
baby, I'm very highly motivated
I'm to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah did
Hope 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 way under my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I only do that rap shit, for those whose 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 humble peasants
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots of wesson

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

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

Focus, ability makes some heads restless in this vicinty
Trying to me out but they just jesters in my vicinty 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, little insignificant contributions
Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, the gift put out a fly quote

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

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

Like a painting an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty
And Satan is a wack diseased, that to be quarantined
And caged in, I'm a boat of dopeness, come on aboard with me
And engage in a tale of 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 like peasants
Smoking the mic and leaving nothing but
Making the spots, pop like pots full of

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