Slave

Rhythmic Rebellion: Unveiling the Depths of a Modern Slave's Mind
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Lyrics

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

Feeling the essence or vibe

Weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near

Dismissing weak or inferior rap styles

To the one who boasts like Buck

Comparing oneself to someone who boasts (Buck)

On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a fuck

Being indifferent or rebellious on the mic

I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my soul

Disdain for inferior rap affecting deeply

I peeped how radio be trying to take control

Observing how mainstream media tries to control

Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics

Being asked to soften lyrics for mainstream appeal

But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it

Can't resonate if the expression isn't genuine

Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse

Injecting finesse and skill into the flow

Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress

Carrying the flow like stress, but with finesse

Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment

Rejecting a style not reflective of surroundings

And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit

Slowing down for a moment, perhaps to smoke

But until I fall off, call off your set

Challenging others to recognize talent

And if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck

If not familiar, missing out on witnessing skill

Look inside of the mind and see

Encouraging introspection into the artist's mind

Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me

Being stuck or trapped with a similar mindset


I feel like I'm trapped in the motherfuckin cave

Feeling confined or limited like in a cave

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

Feeling enslaved to the rhythm

Jugular vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage

Intense emotions expressed through physical signs

I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage

Being passionately involved in performing

Of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back

Reviving authentic roots in music

To the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack

Staying true to origins or roots

And I don't give a FUCK what you say

Disregarding opinions about authenticity

Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day

Rejecting commercialized rap with aggression

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

Asserting dominance and style

I roll on more niggas than cee-lo

Surpassing others in numbers or actions

We might just bumrush your set

Threatening to invade and dominate

Me AND my niggas on the real mic check

Confirming authenticity with a real mic check

Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift

Recognizing a colleague's skill and passing it on

Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun

Imparting knowledge or guidance to a peer

And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon

Identifying with a specific group or alliance

Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom

Passing something strong or potent

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

Preparing to perform deeply, engaging the audience

Deep in the mind of a slave

Being trapped in a mindset dictated by circumstances

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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