Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

Kick drum, that keeps through that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the in time
For affecting rhymes that changing minds permanently
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 will, who ride your ass up out the spotlite

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

back, by the end I say, Don't 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 what I'm to you
Now, if you it, may sound 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 trying to you all, back to the

Back to the essence, when we in the house the almighty presence
Making MC's act humble like
Smoking the mic and nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop pots full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, goose and your pheasant
Taking your props leaving 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 swing lefty, no discrepancy and effortlessly
And in the frame of mind
Electricity combined with mind, soul and the way I flex the

Focus, makes some 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 bless plenty of
Hittin' me with 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 any of these illiterate
Insecure about, little insignificant contributions
Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, the gift put out a fly quote

Yes, I'm doing my thing and a cloud of cess smoke
Wherever I go, whether I'm balling, whether I'm flat, dead,
I'm heeding my call and leaving a ball of rappers heads roast
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 Him 'cause it's through you that he manifest artistry

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

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

Back to the essence, when we in the feel the almighty presence
Making MC's act humble like
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like full of wesson

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