Luyện nghe bài hát Back To The Essence

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

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

Recorders all stall, you go slack
I deliver quivers and shivers all down your back
Like a river flow the
in Cadillacs, bumpin' that vicious Blackalicious

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

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

"You crazy, don't you know fool Lateef'll set it on you?
He better 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, Don't get
'Cause baby, I'm very motivated
I'm to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah 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 some way my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I only do that murder rap shit, for those the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm trying to you all, to the essence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to the essence, we in the house feel the almighty presence
MC's act humble like peasants
Smoking the mic and leaving but resin
the spots, pop like pots full of wesson

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