Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds
Similar to rounds spit by
You're in the Terrordome my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you
Cause MC's have up extended warranties
real MC's 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 return for my people
Words that split wigs hittin like some double Desert
caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to collapse
So as I have in the past, I ass
Droppin lyrics that be than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional MC's handle that
While the revolvin, on it's axis
I with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with so many people
for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
The stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master when I make my way home
You know my

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

The is sinister, Primo makes you relax
I'm like the minister, I be lacin the wax
I be bringin salvation the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice that
Work through worldly problems, I got the power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm more power
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap hour
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a to run one's own life
That's why I be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let lines takes flight
The apparatus blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got the cure for this
The is spreadin like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid but still can't the fuckin grade
How times are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding 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 thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic..."
"Let em know, do your y'all"
"Keep it live"
"You my steez"
"The mic"

On the microphone you know that I'm one of the yet
Some punks, paid all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, high on the jet-set
With rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and
When it's 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 verbal
Don't trip it's the prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the press all on my
My style be wilder, than a pilot
Don't try it, I'm to start more than a friggin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas suckas, yo
Them are harrassable
For I be speaking my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse gone
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, Rayon
Fat beats, they play on, want rhymes, put me on
is bond you know my steez