Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Steez

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

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the profound
Similar to rounds spit by
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you
Cause MC's used up extended warranties
While MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost Dorothy
The be when I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin some double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's
facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I ass
Droppin lyrics be hotter than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional MC's can't that
While the world's revolvin, on it's
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike
The is filled with this; so many people
searching for false lift, I'm with the skills you've missed
The stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way
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, when I be 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 healing
When the mic's my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealing at least minutes of every rap radio hour
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a to run one's own life
That's why I can't be 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 more of the unpure I got the cure for mess
The wackness is like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid but can't make the fuckin grade
How many times are wannabe's gonna
Yo they must fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I through the darkness carrying my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm down 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 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 you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, paid all of their debts yet
to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's you can feel
Styles tangible, and image more real
For time now, I've held the scrolls 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 lyrical full clip, giving you a asswhip
Don't trip it's the gifted one
Known as Head Slick 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 more than a riot
Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas suckas, yo
motherfuckers are harrassable
For I be from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's a magic wand
Or it tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way
I stay up, I stay on, bright, like neon
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, Rayon
Fat beats, they play on, want rhymes, put me on
Word is bond you my steez