Trapped

[Buckshot]

It was a puff of black smoke, in the air

I choke, then I witness two beady eyes there

Glare, wit no fear, pitch black

Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to speak

I tried to talk, but my voice is gone

I feel like I'm on the other side, word is bond

But he ease up and tell me to stand still

I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't feel

That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a mannequin

But then again, when I felt the cold breeze

Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother cease in

Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, when I take a toke

I feel the body ain't no joke

So follow me, as I follow him

Into the night, and you can see the light

[Chorus 4X]

I feel like I'm trapped in the world of rap

I feel like I'm trapped

[Buckshot]

Wake up, you can kill the steady talk

We gon' steady walk, where?

First look in the eye of a needle and stare

Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear me

But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else

Cuz it's irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self

Why equals self, so why ask why, I try

Not to ask why, while my shotty lie beside my bed

Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow

But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come

Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia-

Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?

Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you

When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group

Ain't nothin personal, but at rehearsal

I'm serve justice for a click, and we roll thick

[Chorus 4X]

[Buckshot]

One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man, right

Short height, smooth throat, that's made to float

And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm

And drop it on the topic of the dress code

Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode

We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast

But how cant here be peace when the Devil never cease

To cause mischief, this shit is makin me griff

Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it

See I'm ready for head up wit it

Shit it on who? Back in '82, it was you

Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little part of it

What, the rap music, I know you can't refuse it

But I'm here to tell you that you must lose it

Strictly convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go

[Chorus to fade]