Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

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

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

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC The suckas stay quiet
The crowd can get like 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 set it on you?
He better than you", she telling you the due
I give you the due
Step you, end up cut up by the cornerstone's edge

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 Isiah did
your vision ain't impaired

But my prayers, you can what 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 whose the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm trying to you all, back to the

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

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

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
combined with mind, soul and the way I flex the agility

Focus, ability makes some heads restless in this vicinty
Trying to fill me out but just jesters in my vicinty 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, it'll be in hell
'Fore I stress from any of these illiterate
Insecure about, they little contributions
Infinitely I'm yes and don't, whenever the gift put out a fly quote

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

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

Like a painting with an infinite, beyond 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 invention

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

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

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