Back To The Essence

When I'm on the mic, I stand tall with gall

Style worth more than anything you goin' find in mall

The treasure of the mutiny is what keeps you all enthralled

I lively up the people with the yes, yes, y'all

Create, wait, watch and let the fake fall

Employ my strategy like checkmate

Call your bluff in that destruction, of all previous discussion

When I hit like a concussion, your heart rate stall

Recorders all stall, you jaw'll go slack

I deliver makin' quivers and shivers all down your back

Like a river flow the beat

Bounces in Cadillacs, bumpin' that vicious Blackalicious

Kick drum, that keeps punchin' through that speaker

Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the spaces in time

For miles affecting rhymes that changing minds permanently

Like mescaline, giving your whole perception, perspective

A new design that wreck that misconception

Now, we seeing, eye to eye yet?

Can the MC speak? The suckas stay quiet

The crowd can get rowdy like the party was a riot

Try it and the ladies will, who ride your ass up out the spotlite

"You crazy, don't you know that fool Lateef'll set it on you?

He better than you", she telling you the truth due

I give you the proof due

Step you, end up getting cut up by the cornerstone's edge

Down back, by the end I say, ?Don't get contrary?

'Cause baby, I'm very highly motivated

I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah did

Hope your vision ain't impaired

But my prayers, you can hear what I'm saying to you

Now, if you fakin' it, may sound strange to you

Like some way under my breath, maybe I'm playing

But I only do that murder rap shit, for those whose the cap fit

As for the rest, I'm trying to you all, back to the essence

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty presence

Making MC's act humble like peasants

Smoking the mic and leaving nothing but resin

Making the spots, pop like pots full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your goose and your pheasant

Taking your props leaving your ass, butt naked

Soul exposed, no material protection

Low and behold, we going back to the essence

I be that G I to the F, when I get def up on that mic

I swing that lefty, no discrepancy and effortlessly

And in the right frame of mind

Electricity combined with mind, soul and the way I flex the agility

Focus, ability makes some heads quite restless in this vicinty

Trying to fill me out but they just jesters in my vicinty stuck in my art

Trying to feather my energy, I bless plenty of enemies

Hittin' me with expressions that would, so would like to get rid of me

In my quest to be the epitome, it'll be cold in hell

'Fore I feel stress from any of these illiterate

Insecure about, they little insignificant contributions

Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, whenever the gift put out a fly quote

Yes, I'm doing my thing and leaving a cloud of cess smoke

Wherever I go, whether I'm balling, whether I'm flat, dead, broke

I'm heeding my call and leaving a ball of rappers with heads roast

And bringing that universal dopeness to the East and West Coast

And really no one the best, though is God

Allowing you to harness the energy, within whoever feels the most

At the moment, takes it the farthest

So thank Him 'cause it's through you that he manifest artistry

Like a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty

And Satan is a wack diseased, that needs to be quarantined

And caged in, I'm riding a boat of dopeness, come on aboard with me

And engage in a tale of musical invention

An MC lynchin', convention GA

Lyrical fifth dimension miracles, all up in your system

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty presence

Making MC's act humble like peasants

Smoking the mic and leaving nothing but resin

Making the spots, pop like pots full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your goose and your pheasant

Taking your props leaving your ass, butt naked

Soul exposed, no material protection

Low and behold, we going back to the essence