Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

When I'm on the mic, I stand tall with
Style more than anything you goin' find in mall
The treasure of the mutiny is keeps you all enthralled
I lively up the with the yes, yes, y'all

Create, wait, watch and let the fall
Employ my strategy like
Call your in that destruction, of all previous discussion
When I hit a concussion, your heart rate stall

all stall, you jaw'll go slack
I makin' quivers and shivers all down your back
a river flow the beat
Bounces in Cadillacs, bumpin' that Blackalicious

Kick drum, keeps punchin' through that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the spaces in
For miles affecting rhymes changing minds permanently
mescaline, giving your whole perception, perspective
A new that wreck that misconception

Now, we seeing, eye to eye
Can the MC speak? The stay quiet
The crowd can get like the party was a riot
Try it and the ladies will, who ride ass up out the spotlite

"You crazy, you know that fool Lateef'll set it on you?
He than you", she telling you the truth due
I you the proof due
you, end up getting cut up by the cornerstone's edge

Down back, by the end I say, get contrary
'Cause baby, I'm very highly
I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing like did
Hope your vision impaired

But my prayers, you can hear what I'm to you
Now, if you it, may sound strange to you
Like way under my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I do that murder rap shit, for those whose the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm to you all, back to the essence

to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty presence
Making act humble like peasants
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop pots full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your and your pheasant
Taking your props your ass, butt naked
exposed, no material protection
Low and behold, we back to the essence

I be that G I to the F, when I get def up on mic
I swing that lefty, no discrepancy and
And in the frame of mind
Electricity combined mind, soul and the way I flex the agility

Focus, ability makes some quite restless in this vicinty
Trying to fill me out but they just jesters in my stuck in my art
Trying to feather my energy, I bless plenty of
Hittin' me with expressions that would, so like to get rid of me

In my quest to be the epitome, be cold in hell
I feel stress from any of these illiterate
Insecure about, they insignificant contributions
Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, whenever the put out a fly quote

Yes, I'm doing my thing and leaving a cloud of smoke
I go, whether I'm balling, whether I'm flat, dead, broke
I'm my call and leaving a ball of rappers with heads roast
And bringing that dopeness to the East and West Coast

And no one the best, though is God
Allowing you to harness the energy, whoever feels the most
At the moment, takes it the
So Him 'cause it's through you that he manifest artistry

Like a painting with an infinite, lifetime warranty
And Satan is a diseased, that needs to be quarantined
And caged in, I'm riding a boat of dopeness, come on with me
And engage in a tale of musical

An MC lynchin', GA
fifth dimension miracles, all up in your system

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty
Making MC's act like peasants
the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your goose and pheasant
Taking your props leaving your ass, naked
Soul exposed, no protection
Low and behold, we going to the essence