Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Confusion, artist - Black Moon. Album song Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2003
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Confusion |
| It’s just a day with another night |
| Another pray for another life |
| Another wrong with another right |
| Strong when I’m on this mic |
| Cuz it’s always, a lot of confusion |
| Industry rule number 10 thousand and 80 |
| Record company niggas are shady, baby |
| Definetly, never maybe, or have to be |
| A pain in the ass, like 'fuck you, pay me' |
| Crazy, picture me slippin', like a broke transmition |
| I got both positions, I own both the missions |
| I wrote poems for commissions |
| I’m the leader for the squad, when the Gods |
| In a hard perdicament, like |
| Got a hot group, but need they contracts right |
| Or got jerked for your publishing last fight |
| Now you wanna act tight, let me give you advice |
| It don’t matter if you that nice |
| Cuz the bottom line is the kind of mind, not the kind to rhyme |
| Sign, and sealed, delivered, delivered and signed |
| Right now, I know you wanna get yours |
| I’m out my prime, so I got to get mine before I’m out my mind |
| Let’s keep it real, y’all niggas know the deal |
| Rap on your LP’s and don’t own 'em still |
| Don’t own 'em, chill, don’t it feel |
| Foul, don’t own your LP, but you own your bills, now |
| Everybody got a story to tell, or glory to sale |
| But alotta niggas bore me to hell |
| That’s why the number one question |
| Where’s Buck? |
| Get the number one answer |
| Here, let’s hear it up, listen up |
| Yeah, I’m back with the hounds, ridin' round |
| Cuz the hill look deep when you slidin' down, how that sound? |
| I’m from the Crown, plus parts unknown |
| Everybody who met me, took a part of me, home |
| Cuz I be fool droppin', never was with crew hoppin' |
| It’s the true topic, that’ll have y’all fools watchin' |
| Dudes stoppin', in the middle of their tracks, like wait a minute |
| Whose that, that’s Buck, what the fuck? |
| From ya, streets to the industry, friend or enemy |
| In the end it’ll be, who got it, who don’t, who want it, let’s see |
| Niggas say that underground shit |
| Like they don’t want chips, yeah right, they don’t want chips? |
| Let’s get this straight, underground of '93 and '94 |
| Ain’t the underground of '98, I see it’s too late |
| For y’all to relate, so fuck it |
| I left my show in the quarter to eight, a quarter to eight |
| And y’all can talk about me and them streets |
| Ain’t shit to hide about BDI, I be in them streets |
| Back on my grind, this week, spread your little rumors |
| I’ma shut up, and this nine gon' speak |
| All y’all internet freaks and click-on thugs |
| On my web, get off my dick, you get no love |
| This ain’t face, but I faith in the snub |
| After failin' with my OJ glove, show 'nuff, cuz |