Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

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

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC speak? The stay quiet
The can get rowdy like the party was a riot
Try it and the will, who ride your 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
'Cause baby, I'm very highly
I'm to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah did
Hope your ain't impaired

But my prayers, you can hear I'm saying to you
Now, if you fakin' it, may sound to you
some 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 almighty
Making MC's act humble like
Smoking the mic and nothing but resin
the spots, pop like pots full of wesson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 pots full of wesson

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