Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

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

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC speak? The stay quiet
The crowd can get rowdy 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 Lateef'll set it on
He better than you", she you the truth due
I you the proof due
Step you, end up getting cut up by the cornerstone's

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
your vision ain't impaired

But my prayers, you can hear I'm saying 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, back to the

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
Making the spots, pop pots full of wesson

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

I be that G I to the F, I get def up on that mic
I swing lefty, no discrepancy and effortlessly
And in the right of mind
Electricity with 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 plenty of
Hittin' me with expressions would, so would like to get rid of me

In my quest to be the epitome, it'll be in hell
'Fore I feel stress from any of 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 cess
Wherever I go, whether I'm balling, whether I'm flat, dead,
I'm heeding my call and leaving a ball of rappers with heads
And bringing that universal dopeness to the and West Coast

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

a painting with 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 musical

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

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

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