Black Moon - Slave Lyrics
I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near to the one who boasts like Buck On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a ***** I hate the weak shit, man it be *****in with my soul I peeped how radio be trying to take control Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit But until I fall off, call off your set and if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck Look inside of the mind and see Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me I feel like I'm trapped in the mother*****in cave To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack And I don't give a ***** what you say Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo I roll on more niggaz than cee-lo We might just bumrush your set Me AND my niggaz on the real mic check Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon Pass the Crooked I, ***** yo pass the boom Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage Deep in the mind of a slave
