1) Black Moon (Brot… Read Full Bio ↴There are four bands by the name of Black Moon:
1) Black Moon (Brothers who Lyrically Act and Combine Kickin Music Out On Nations) is a Hip Hop group from Brooklyn, New York which debuted in 1992, with the release of the single "Who Got Da Props?". The song became something of an underground phenomenon, and charted on the Billboard Hot 100. With the help of DJ Chuck Chillout, the group landed a record deal with Nervous Records for the release of their debut album Enta Da Stage, released in late 1993. The album included "Who Got Da Props?", as well as the singles "How Many MC's...", "Buck Em Down", and another Hot 100 hit, "I Got Cha Opin (Remix)". The album went on to sell over 350,000 copies in the U.S., and is now regarded as an underground hip hop classic. Following the album's release, the group temporarily broke up.
During the group's hiatus, DJ Evil Dee continued his production career with his crew Da Beatminerz, and lead MC Buckshot headed out and formed his own supergroup called the Boot Camp Clik, featuring fellow Brooklyn locals Smif-N-Wessun, Heltah Skeltah and O.G.C.. Following the releases of the debuts from Smif-N-Wessun (Dah Shinin'), Heltah Skeltah (Nocturnal), and O.G.C. (Da Storm), Black Moon reformed on Buckshot's label Duck Down Records. In late 1996, Nervous Records released a Black Moon compilation album titled Diggin' in Dah Vaults, which featured a number of remixes and B-Side tracks. After the group's split with Nervous Records, Black Moon became entangled in a legal battle over the licensing rights of their group name, which lasted for a number of years. The case was finally settled in 1998, and they were able to license the name through Nervous.
In 1999, they released their long awaited second album War Zone. The album saw a change in the group's musical style, with a more mature Buckshot showing off a calmer, more serious lyrical delivery, and also featured a new lo-fi production sound from Da Beatminerz. The album's singles "Two Turntables and a Mic" and "This is What it Sounds Like (Worldwind)" made small impact, and the group wasn't able to properly capitalize on their hype. Despite the somewhat disappointing sales, the album received good reviews. 1999 also saw the solo debut album from Buckshot, titled The BDI Thug, which was seen as a major disappointment. The album was met with very mediocre reviews and little sales. Black Moon and the Boot Camp Clik were largely missing from the hip hop scene between 2000 and 2001.
The Camp returned in 2002 for their second group album, The Chosen Few. Black Moon returned in 2003 for the release of their third album Total Eclipse. The album featured the underground hit "Stay Real", as well as two music videos, shot for the singles "Stay Real" and "This Goes Out to You". The album, like their previous efforts, received good reviews, but wasn't able to reach outside the underground hip hop audience. The three were planning on another group release, but backup MC 5ft was sentenced to four-to-nine years in prison on March 6, 2004 for sale of an illegal substance. DJ Evil Dee has continued production work with Da Beatminerz, and Buckshot has continued work with the Boot Camp Clik. In 2005, Buck released a collaboration album with producer 9th Wonder titled Chemistry. In 2006, DJ Evil Dee and his brother Mr. Walt released a mixtape titled Alter the Chemistry, which paired Buckshot's vocals from the Chemistry album with classic Black Moon beats.
2) Black Moon was also a punk/metal band from Mohrsville, Pennsylvania.
Band MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/blackmoonmusic
3) Black Moon is an underground black metal band from Chile, featured on the "Call From The Grave" split in 2005 with Maledictum.
4) Black Moon competed in Danish MGP 2014 with their song Fun in the Summer. The band consists of singers Alma and Mia, guitarist Noa Sophie, bassist Frieda, pianist Esther and drummer Lauritz. They are all born in 2001 and live in Copenhagen, Denmark (with exception of Lauritz who live in Frederiksberg, Denmark).
Ack Like U Want It
Black Moon Lyrics
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Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With an automatic, now I got static
See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good
With my crew from the Heights and the Island
Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'
Buck one time to your chest, through your vest
F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, 'cause my shits never sloppy
I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner
Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner
Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto
Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so
I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you
Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you
I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave
Leave another question and you might get blast
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage
Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved
You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but
You can't fuck with the nigga that's live
Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
Spark up that L, 'cause it's time to get naughty
Then he looked at me, as if I was insane
I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain
The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel
Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal
This time around, I flex the tec with ease
And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze
'Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand
Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man
There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
'Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side
One time for your motherfucking mind
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed
Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said
I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real
Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal
I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke
Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke
Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics
Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight
With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya
Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior
Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin
And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
From the town where niggaz always get bucked down
Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound
Word is around, that you're looking for the 5
Surprise, real niggaz always survive
Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames
No need to scream now your calling out my name
You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life
Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife
After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter
And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water
Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground
Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around
You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it
As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
In the lyrics of Black Moon's song "Ack Like U Want It", the rapper is talking about his life as a hardcore gangster in Brooklyn. He starts by boasting about his style and how he's never been one to shy away from trouble. The verse "Never on the isle, bucked shots as a juvenile" shows how he's been involved in violence from a young age. He also mentions his past as a "rap addict", someone who loved to freestyle.
He then talks about his crew, the Franklin Avenue Posse, who are still "flippin' niggaz" and "buckwildin'". Despite his success, he hasn't changed and is still up to no good. In the second verse, the rapper talks about his music career and how he's catching wreck on stage. He warns his enemies not to mess with him and boasts about his skill with a "tec". He's not afraid to use it and even talks about cutting out someone's heart.
Line by Line Meaning
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Listen up, my skills and attitude are unmatched
Never on the Isle, buck shots as a juvenile
I never played it safe, I was shooting guns even as a kid
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
I'm a true fan of hip hop and I won't hesitate to shoot down those who disrespect it
With an automatic, now I got static
I didn't back down and now I have enemies who want revenge
See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood
I used to be a tough and intimidating criminal
Now I'm a paid hood, still up to no good
Even though I'm now successful and wealthy, I haven't changed my ways
With my crew from the Heights and the Island
I'm still hanging out with my friends from the old neighborhood
Still flippin' niggaz, and we still be buckwildin'
We're still hustling and causing trouble
I never changed, never rearranged my faness
I'm still the same person I always was
Buck one time to your chest, through your vest
I'll shoot you even if you're wearing body armor
F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, 'cause my shits never sloppy
I'm part of a gang that's powerful and effective, and I never make mistakes
I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner
My priorities are drugs and guns
Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner
I can cause chaos like Ike Turner could
Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto
Believe me, I know what life is like in the hood
Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so
Once I have my gun, I don't need anyone else to protect me
I get paid to rip, step aside I'm a blow you
I get paid for my skills, and I won't hesitate to hurt or kill anyone who gets in my way
Don't try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don't know you
Don't try to act friendly with me if I don't know you
I'm just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave
I come from the streets and I'm as tough as they come
Leave another question and you might get blast
If you question me, I might hurt you
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
If you want to challenge me, go ahead and try
I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage
I'm a force to be reckoned with when I'm performing
Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved
My performances are memorable and unforgettable
You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but
You weaklings want to challenge me, but you can't handle it
You can't fuck with the nigga that's live
No one can match my energy and talent
Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
I'm performing with my partner Buckshot Shorty
Spark up that L, 'cause it's time to get naughty
Let's light up a joint and have some fun
Then he looked at me, as if I was insane
Buckshot Shorty looked at me like I was crazy
I'm just a real nigga with a lot on my brain
I'm a genuine and honest person, but I have a lot of problems and thoughts on my mind
The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel
I feel powerful and confident when I hold my gun
Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal
I'm rough and unforgiving, but people still like me because of my talent
This time around, I flex the tec with ease
This time, I'm handling my gun effortlessly
And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze
If you're asking for trouble, I'll give you more than you asked for
'Cause I'll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand
I'll kill you and hold your heart in my hand, as a sign of my power
Spit on your grave, and let you know who's the man
I'll disrespect you even in death, to show that I'm the boss
There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
You can't escape from me, no matter what you do
'Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side
I'm always watching you and ready to strike
I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
I went to a place where drugs were sold and killed someone
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
He stole my drugs, and now he's dead because of it
Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed
I shot him in the head, I've always hated the police
Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said
I'm in charge because of my gun, don't question me
I'm taking you down, I'm breaking you down, I'm real
I'm going to defeat you and show my true self
Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal
These are my partners, we know what we're doing
I'm for real no joke, so on the gun smoke
I'm serious, I won't hesitate to shoot
Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke
Your terrible style of rapping makes me sick
Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics
I don't physically attack people, but I express myself through rap
Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight
I'll kick you and make you run away
With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya
I have a sharp razor and a powerful laser gun
Like cane, I raise your little shorter's bad behavior
I'll discipline my enemies like raising a child
Niggaz better know that when I flow, I'm drinkin gin and cinnomin
I'm always drinking, even when I'm performing
And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT
When I show off my talent, don't try to challenge me unless you're ready for a fight
From the town where niggaz always get bucked down
I come from a place where people get shot and killed frequently
Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound
I'm ready to shoot anyone who crosses my path
Word is around, that you're looking for the 5
People are talking about how I'm a dangerous person
Surprise, real niggaz always survive
I'm a true gangster, I'll always come out on top
Don't be amazed, I'm alive from the flames
Despite all the danger I face, I'm still alive
No need to scream now your calling out my name
You don't need to yell, I can hear you loud and clear
You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life
You're a weak person who tried to hurt me
Now I'm taking all you own, plus I'm fucking your wife
I'm taking your possessions and sleeping with your wife as revenge
After that my man's, gonna hit your only daughter
One of my partners will hurt your child as well
And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water
Your daughter will be found dead and mutilated
Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground
I move quietly and quickly, like a serpent
Nobody hears me move, even know that I'm around
I'm so stealthy that no one can detect me
You acting like you want it, now you're gonna have to get it
You're asking for a fight, so I'll give you one
As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it
I'll choke you and make you feel the heat of my anger
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
If you're looking for trouble, you'll get it
Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: EWART C DEWGARDE, KASEEM REID, KENYATTA BLAKE, WALTER V DEWGARDE
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@damonrichardson3607
This song wasn't on the tape I bought in 93' and the album Rocked. I bought the CD in 94' and I heard this. This makes the album even better 💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿
@eddyhenley4123
I thought I was the only one who caught that ✌️
@Doc255
Yooooo. I thought I was tripping.
@Equint77
I found out about this song when they were on society’s ride on hbo and always wondered why it wasnt on the tape.
@spiderklanblaze3124
I like how they chant
@eutue
They made a promo video for this.
@coolreem
Classic Album! This is the sound of Brooklyn at night!
@gregpuryear8163
This use to be the sound of Brooklyn at night back then
@grettirgrattmards2348
Damn this whole album is so 🔥 Black Moon is a legend.
@tabletwifi1163
UP move from Jamaica. Bx high school. Now diported missing those days