Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

When I'm on the mic, I stand with gall
Style more than anything 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, watch and let the fake
my strategy like checkmate
Call 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 all down your back
Like a flow the beat
Bounces in Cadillacs, bumpin' that Blackalicious

drum, that keeps punchin' through that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the spaces in
For miles affecting rhymes that minds permanently
Like mescaline, your whole perception, perspective
A new design that that 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 ladies will, who ride your ass up out the

"You crazy, don't you know that fool Lateef'll set it on
He better you", she telling you the truth due
I you the proof due
Step you, end up getting cut up by the edge

Down back, by the end I say, get contrary
'Cause baby, I'm 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 I'm saying to you
Now, if you fakin' it, may strange to you
some way under my breath, maybe 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 house feel the presence
Making MC's act humble like
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots of wesson

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

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

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

In my quest to be the epitome, be cold in hell
'Fore I feel stress from any of illiterate
about, they 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, whether I'm balling, I'm flat, dead, broke
I'm heeding my call and 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, whoever feels the most
At the moment, it the farthest
So thank Him 'cause it's through you he manifest artistry

Like a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime
And Satan is a diseased, that needs 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 fifth dimension miracles, all up in 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 like full of wesson

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