Slave

I'm gettin' the ah, I'm gettin' the ah 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 **** like me

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

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 fuck 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 CeeLo

We might just bumrush your set

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

Like my **** Smith get swift on the gift

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

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

Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo, pass the boom

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

Deep in the mind of a slave