Slave (Original Mix|explicit) - Black Moon

I'm getting the ahh I'm getting the ahh from the

Weak sh*t that I hear no lyrical styles come near

To the one who boasts like buck

On the mic truck cause I never gave a f**k

I hate the weak sh*t man it be f**king with my soul

I peeped how radio be trying to take control

Telling 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 ni**a like me

I feel like I'm trapped in the motherf**king cave

To the rhythm I'm a slave looking in my grave

Jugular vein busting out my neck you see the rage

I move when I groove cuz I'm into the stage

Of the buckshot black I'm bringing it back

To the roots like timberland boots home on my rack

And I don't give a f**k what you say

Commercial rap get the gun clap day after day

Niggas don't play on the d low kid you know my steelo

I roll on more niggas than cee lo

We might just bumrush your set

Me and my niggas on the real mic check

Like my ni**a smif getting swift on the gift

Then I toss another lesson to my ni**a wessun

And my ni**a five from the tribe of moon

Pass the crooked I b**ch yo pass the boom

Whenever you're ready I'mma take you into the stage

Deep in the mind of a slave