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 keeps you all
I lively up the with the yes, yes, y'all

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

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

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

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC speak? The suckas stay
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, you know that fool Lateef'll set it on you?
He better than you", she 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 very motivated
I'm trying to do play and ownership thing like Isiah did
Hope your vision impaired

But my prayers, you can hear what I'm to you
Now, if you it, may sound strange to you
some 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, back to the

to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty presence
Making MC's act like peasants
Smoking the mic and leaving nothing but
Making the spots, pop like pots full of

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

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

Focus, makes some heads quite restless in this vicinty
Trying to 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 that would, so would to get rid of me

In my quest to be the epitome, be cold in hell
I feel stress from any of these illiterate
Insecure about, they insignificant 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 leaving a of rappers with heads roast
And bringing that universal to the East and West Coast

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

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

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

Back to the essence, we in the house feel the almighty presence
Making act humble like peasants
Smoking the mic and nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots full of

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