Slave - Black Moon

Slave (Lp Version) - 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