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 the sounds profound
Similar to spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D
It's to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's used up extended warranties
While MC's and DJ's are a minority
But about now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you lost like Dorothy
The horror be when I return for my real
Words that split wigs hittin like double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps low, and baggy slacks
all the rappers 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 MC's handle that
the world's revolvin, on it's axis
I come with mad love and plus the illest tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so people
for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the
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 beat is sinister, Primo you relax
I'm the minister, when I be lacin the wax
I be salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like
through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm more power
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio
It's often easier for one, to advice
it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the
I keep my soul tight and let these takes flight
The gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got the cure for mess
The wackness is spreadin 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 can't touch the I personify
I travel through the darkness my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding the fort
("You my steez")
You my steez

"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 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 I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, ain't paid all of their yet
to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can
Styles more tangible, and image real
For some time now, I've the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal
Don't trip the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the press all on my
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze
try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and that's suckas, yo
motherfuckers are harrassable
For I be speaking from my parables and you beyond
The mic's either a magic
Or it gets tragic the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I your palm, no pulse you're gone
And if you thought we'd our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I on, shine bright, like neon
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, Rayon
Fat beats, play on, want dope rhymes, put me on
is bond you know my steez