Slave-Black Moon

I＇m gettin the ahh, I＇m gettin 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, cuz I never gave a f**k
I hate the weak sh*t, man it be f**kin 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
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**kin 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 F**K what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
*z don＇t play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more *z than cee-lo
We might just bumrush your set
Me AND my *z on the real mic check
Like my ni**a Smif gettin 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＇ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a slave