Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

"The real, hip-hop"
"MCing, and from your own mind, ya know?"
"I, I guess right now we start the show"

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the profound
to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man D said
time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have up extended warranties
While real and DJ's are a minority
But right about now, I use my
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you lost like Dorothy
The horror be when I for my real people
Words that wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles
caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, Premier's tracks
Severe facts have this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I ass
Droppin lyrics that be than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional MC's can't handle
While the world's revolvin, on axis
I come with mad love and plus the warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so people
searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills missed
The rejected stone is now the
Sort of like the master when I make my way home
You my steez

"You my steez"
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"To the y'all"

The beat is sinister, makes you relax
I'm like the minister, when I be the wax
I be bringin salvation through the way I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like
Work through problems, I got the healing power
the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio
often easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own
why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and get put to rest
No of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the grade
How times are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they touch the knowledge I personify
I travel the darkness carrying my torch
The soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
("You my steez")
You know my

"Let em know, do thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic"

On the microphone you that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, paid all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the
With rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image more
For time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the
Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a asswhip
Don't it's the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head why is the press all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze
Don't try it, I'm about to start than a friggin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are
For I be from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a bomb
I grab your palm, no pulse you're gone
And if you thought lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like
Fat beats, they on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you my steez