Slave

[Verse 1: Buckshot]

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

Weak shit that I hear, no lyrical styles come near

To the one who boasts like Buck

On the mic truck 'cause I never gave a fuck

I hate the weak shit, man, it be fuckin' 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 "slow down", 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 nigga like me

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

I feel like I'm trapped in the motherfuckin' 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 'cause I'm into the stage