(feat. Lateef)

[Lateef]

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 thru that speaker countinously meticoulously

Etchin out the spaces in time 

For miles affecting rhymes that changing minds permanently 

Like mescaline giving your whole peception 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 whoride your ass up out the spotlite

"you crazy dont 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 dont 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 you 

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 



[Chorus:]



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

Making mcs 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



[Gab]

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

I swing that lefty no discrepency 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 helll 

'fore I feel stress from any of these illiterate 

Insecure about they little insignicant 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 infinte 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



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