[ar: Black Moon]
[al: Enta da Stage]
[ti: Slave]
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[00:22.62]I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the
[00:24.16]Weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near
[00:26.83]To the one who boasts like Buck
[00:28.74]On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a ****
[00:30.84]I hate the weak shit, man it be ****in with my soul
[00:33.55]I peeped how radio be trying to take control
[00:36.10]Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
[00:38.72]But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it
[00:41.45]Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
[00:43.86]Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress
[00:46.49]Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment
[00:49.06]And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit
[00:51.66]But until I fall off, call off your set
[00:54.33]And if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck
[00:56.93]Look inside of the mind and see
[00:59.45]Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
[01:22.89]I feel like I'm trapped in the mother****in cave
[01:25.51]To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave
[01:27.81]Jugular vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
[01:30.37]I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
[01:33.22]Of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back
[01:35.37]To the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack
[01:38.79]And I don't give a **** what you say
[01:40.94]Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
[01:44.03]Niggas don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
[01:47.26]I roll on more niggas than cee-lo
[01:49.15]We might just bumrush your set
[01:51.27]Me AND my niggas on the real mic check
[01:53.64]Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift
[01:56.15]Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun
[01:58.88]And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon
[02:01.70]Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom
[02:03.89]Whenever you're ready I'mma take you into the stage
[02:07.68]Deep in the mind of a slave