Yeshua Da Poed - The Essence lyrics

[Hook] MC's "yes yes y'all" DJ's (scratch) Writers B-boys make some noise [Scratching] "You may be asking yourself, how can your record teach me?" "The essence" "Let me tell you, that this moment, right now Can be the turning point in your life" [Verse One: Yeshua Da Poed] How many, stories must be told Before the people know It ain't enough we owe Plus makin' speakers blow Ba** out To turn the whole place out Kicks and snares, dance around the track That's laced how it should be Could we, take you on a tour To a place you probably never seen before I mean it's more to me then poor Brothers cursin' Over beats at another person, more Then using our clothes to clean the floor, much more Then vadalisin' a wall, though it may seem to y'all It's all wortless I testify with pride it provides a purpose And outlet for the youth to express Whatever they feel, is the truth Now let's see it's me Yeshua da Po, with Dynamic Syncopation Dropping you an invitation You are cordially invited to experience a natural phenomenon The party's on and will end well, who knows Dressed to impress doesn't mean new clothes [Verse Two: Yeshua Da Poed] (styles, styles) Styles, man it's all it comes down to You fine as ill, combined with sk** your bound to When cats with nothing but that surround you A sound You never heard throwin' clever words around To set a turbulent effect, throughout your dark process Till it calls out next, an all out test Of strength between, your mind body and soul You find you can hardly control the rhyme from definin' your role And place on this face of this earth I for one manifest through verse But first You gotta step inside, a fly universe (a fly universe) Of [Hook] [Verse Three: Yeshua Da Poed] It takes the breaks, concepts and sk**s To create the great jams cats wait to feel Some turn fake, and straight make a mill Others like me, might be broke But provoke A real movement, improvement On this artform, I was one of the few sent To rock on tracks Bringin' it to you and yours In this purest form through raps, caps Crossfaders perhaps When breakers could take the time to make a statement Fate sent me a sign the first time I saw a crowd gather around To see the birth, of this brand new sound [Hook]