Back to the Essence

[Verse 1: Lateef]

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

Style worth more than anything you gon' 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

Recorder all ball, your jaw go slack

I deliver, makin' quivers and shivers all down your back

Like a river flow the beat

Bounces in Cadillacs that's 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 peception perspective

A new design to 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'll hoo-ride your ass up out the spotlight

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

He better than you" she telling you the truth too

I give you the proof dude

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

Down back by the [?] I say don't get contrary

'Cause baby I'm very a-highly motivated

I'm tryna do that plan ownership thing like Isaiah 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 who the cap fit

As for the rest I'm tryna take you all back to the essence

[Hook: Lateef]

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

[Verse 2: Gift of 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 my soul and the way I flex the agility

Focus ability makes some heads quite restless in this vicinty

Tryna fill me out but they just jesters in my vicinity stuck in my art

Tryna feather my energy, I bless plenty of enemies daily

With expressions that'll lyrically man would like to get rid of me

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

For 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 it 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

[Hook: Lateef]

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