Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

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

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC speak? The suckas stay
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 than you", she telling you the truth due
I give you the due
Step you, end up getting cut up by the cornerstone's

Down back, by the end I say, Don't get
'Cause baby, I'm very 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
Like some way my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I do that murder 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 feel the almighty presence
MC's act humble like peasants
Smoking the mic and nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots full of

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

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

Focus, ability makes heads quite restless in this vicinty
Trying to fill me out but they just jesters in my stuck in my art
Trying to feather my energy, I plenty of enemies
me with 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 from any of these illiterate
Insecure about, they insignificant contributions
Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, whenever the put out a fly quote

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

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

a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty
And Satan is a wack diseased, that to be quarantined
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
fifth dimension miracles, all up in your system

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the presence
MC's 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 your
your props leaving your ass, butt naked
Soul exposed, no protection
Low and behold, we back to the essence