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