Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

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

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC The suckas stay 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, don't you know fool Lateef'll set it on you?
He better than you", she telling you the due
I give you the due
you, end up getting cut up by the cornerstone's edge

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

But my prayers, you can hear I'm saying to you
Now, if you fakin' it, may strange to you
Like some way under my breath, maybe I'm
But I only do that rap shit, for those whose 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 almighty
Making MC's act like peasants
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your and your pheasant
Taking your leaving your ass, butt naked
Soul exposed, no material
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 that lefty, no and effortlessly
And in the frame of mind
Electricity combined with mind, soul and the way I the agility

Focus, ability makes some heads quite restless in this
Trying to fill me out but they just jesters in my stuck in my art
Trying to my energy, I bless plenty of enemies
Hittin' me with expressions 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
Insecure about, they little insignificant
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, whether I'm balling, I'm flat, dead, broke
I'm heeding my and leaving a ball of rappers with heads 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, takes it the
So thank Him 'cause through you that he manifest artistry

Like a painting with an infinite, lifetime warranty
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 in a tale of musical invention

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

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

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