Slave

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the

Weak s**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 ****

I hate the weak s**t, man it be ****** 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 ***** like me

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

To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave

Jugular 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

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

I roll on more ****** than cee-lo

We might just bumrush your set

Me AND my ****** on the real mic check

Like my ***** Smif gettin swift on the gift

Then I toss another lesson to my ***** Wessun

And my ***** Five from the tribe of Moon

Pass the Crooked I, ***** yo pass the boom

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

Deep in the mind of a slave