Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

When I'm on the mic, I stand tall with
Style worth more than you goin' find in mall
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 bluff in that destruction, of all previous discussion
When I hit like a concussion, your heart rate

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

Kick drum, that keeps punchin' through that
Countinously, meticoulously, out the spaces in time
For miles affecting that changing minds permanently
Like mescaline, 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 ass up out the spotlite

"You crazy, don't you know that Lateef'll set it on you?
He than you", she telling you the truth 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 highly
I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing Isiah did
Hope vision ain't impaired

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

Making it hot cooking, your and your pheasant
Taking your props leaving your ass, naked
exposed, no material 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 combined with mind, and the way I flex the agility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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