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Trapped Lyrics - Singles - 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 

 

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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 

 

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(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 

 

(to fade) 

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