Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the profound
Similar to spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you
Cause have used up extended warranties
While real MC's and are a minority
But right now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look like Dorothy
The horror be I return for my real people
that split wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to collapse
So as I in the past, I whup ass
lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional can't handle that
While the world's revolvin, on it's
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike
The wilderness is filled with this; so many
searching for lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I my way home
You my steez

"You my steez"
"Let em know, do thing 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 salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice that
through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin power
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap hour
It's often easier for one, to give
it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to
No more of the unpure I got the for this mess
The wackness is like the plague
MC's lucked up and got but still can't make the fuckin grade
How many times are wannabe's lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they can't the knowledge I personify
I through the darkness carrying my torch
The soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
("You my steez")
You my steez

"Let em know, do your 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 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"

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