Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

Who's the character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome my man Chuck D said
It's time to you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have used up extended
While real MC's and are a minority
But right now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the and you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin like some Desert Eagles
Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's
Severe have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I ass
Droppin lyrics that be than sex and candlewax
And MC's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin, on it's
I come with mad love and plus the warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so many
for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the
Sort of the master builder 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 like
Work through worldly problems, I got the healing
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin power
at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's often for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run own life
That's why I can't be up in all the hype
I keep my tight and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got the for this mess
The wackness is like the plague
lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin grade
How many are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they must fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the carrying my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding the fort
("You my steez")
You know my

"Let em know, do your 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 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 that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, ain't paid all of their yet
Tryin to be fly, high on the jet-set
With rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image more
For some now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the
Got the lyrical full clip, you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip it's the prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder, a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more 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 a magic wand
Or it gets like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no 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, like
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, Rayon
Fat beats, they play on, want rhymes, put me on
Word is you know my steez