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).
I Got Cha Opin
Black Moon Lyrics
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Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
When I get bent I must represent, no question
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
Roots hit me off lovely
Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck me
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
Hitting them all, hand guns and hand grenades
Unreasonable the man that's wanted for murder
Got your block locked down, so don't come any further
In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so I'mma still get paid, I don't sweat it
I'm every MC's nightmare manifesting
A little shorty pushing the fact that I'm best in
This shit called hip-hop, raise the throne
Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
And all the real niggas that was shot by beast
Around the way all we do is spark mad ism
Ladies be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there, that is him"
But let's get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
Word to Jah, niggas can't touch me, kid
'Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever shit
On the real, gettin played, what, I never did
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas
The field niggas get the muthafuckin ill triggers
Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
I never got caught by a undercover DT
Nah chill AT&T can't see me
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front, you know I got you open
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight
And be wanting to battle like every five minutes
But I'm in this like Guinness so that ass get finished
Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame
You faggot ass, I heard your nickname's Blaine
I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
When it comes to a battle you know the Buck reigns
I overthrow the flow, niggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?"
Bitches be like "Yo who that, you're all that, yo, true that"
Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
I used to make money, now I just take it
I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete
Bucking niggas down 'cause they think shit is sweet
I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects
Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
Buck to your head, now die is my slogan
Don't front, you know I got you open
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Yo stop frontin' you know I got you open, kid
The song "I Got Cha Opin" by Black Moon is a classic hip-hop track that talks about the realities of life in Brooklyn during the '90s. The song starts by urging listeners not to front, emphasizing the need for authenticity and sincerity. The first verse tells a story of getting high and heading to the dread section to buy weed. There is a reference to a potential confrontation with a rival gang member, but the singer avoids the conflict. He then goes on to boast about owning guns and doing illegal activities, rapping about owning a .22 dum-dum in his clip and sleeping with someone's mother.
The chorus repeats, "Don't front, you know I got you open, kid," reminding the listener that the artist has their attention and respect. The second verse references the loss of friends in the East through violence and tributes those who have fallen. The verse then boasts about being talented on the microphone and representing "real" people. Buckshot, the lead rapper of Black Moon, then describes using marijuana to write his rhymes and saying that, despite his success, he stays true to his upbringing and that the tough life has brought him. He mentions using weapons in defense and never being caught.
Overall, "I Got Cha Opin" is a testament to the life of a Brooklyn rapper and how their environment influenced their music. It speaks to the need for authenticity in hip-hop and the reality of gang violence in the '90s.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't front
Don't pretend or act like you don't know
When I get bent I must represent, no question
When I'm under the influence, I still have to represent myself with no doubts
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
I go to a specific area to buy marijuana
Roots hit me off lovely
My friends gave me some marijuana
Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck me
Someone tried to shoot me when I was leaving the place I bought the marijuana from
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
I pulled out my gun cautiously and said hello
Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
I shot at the police because I wanted free guns
What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
I don't care who you are, come and face me if you dare
Hitting them all, hand guns and hand grenades
I'm attacking everyone with guns and grenades
Unreasonable the man that's wanted for murder
I'm a dangerous man wanted by the law for murder
Got your block locked down, so don't come any further
I've taken control of your neighborhood, don't come any closer
In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
I have dangerous bullets in my gun
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
I had sex with your mother
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
You can worry about it or ignore it
I'm like the short and fly so I'mma still get paid, I don't sweat it
I'm not concerned because I'm short and attractive, so I can still make money
I'm every MC's nightmare manifesting
I'm a nightmare for every rapper, and it's happening right now
A little shorty pushing the fact that I'm best in
I'm short but I'm the best rapper out there
This shit called hip-hop, raise the throne
Hip-hop is the best genre of music
Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome
Don't act like you're not impressed, I got you thinking
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Stop pretending that I don't have your attention
Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
I'm paying respects to my friends that have died
And all the real niggas that was shot by beast
I'm also paying respects to my friends that were murdered
Around the way all we do is spark mad ism
In my neighborhood, we smoke a lot of marijuana
Ladies be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there, that is him"
Women recognize me as Buckshot
But let's get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
Let's start the rap battle and pass the microphone
So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
I want to smoke marijuana and exhale in your face during the battle
Word to Jah, niggas can't touch me, kid
I'm protected by Jah, no one can harm me
'Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
I'm a good person, I wouldn't go to jail or get caught
Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever shit
I have gold teeth and don't care about anything
On the real, gettin played, what, I never did
I've never been played or cheated
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas
I have to represent real and genuine people when I rap
The field niggas get the muthafuckin ill triggers
The criminals get dangerous weapons
Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
I take a shot with my verses
And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
I stay holding my gun in public
I never got caught by a undercover DT
I've never been caught by an undercover detective
Nah chill AT&T can't see me
Even AT&T can't see me because I'm too good at hiding
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
You follow in my footsteps and take microphones from those I defeated
Kid, don't front, you know I got you open
You're impressed by me, don't pretend otherwise
Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
I get high at night and write lyrics
The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight
I write amazing lyrics that make the mind feel great
And be wanting to battle like every five minutes
I always want to start a rap battle
But I'm in this like Guinness so that ass get finished
But I take it seriously and always win the battles
Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame
My lyrics are so hot they come from the depths of hell
You faggot ass, I heard your nickname's Blaine
I insult you by calling you a derogatory name and revealing your nickname
I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
I attack your brain with my lyrics and cause pain, but you should keep your composure
When it comes to a battle you know the Buck reigns
When it comes to a rap battle, I always win
I overthrow the flow, niggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?"
I take control of the rhythm and people are amazed
Bitches be like "Yo who that, you're all that, yo, true that"
Women are impressed by me, they think I'm cool
Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
Remember that I'm the person you didn't think would be successful
I used to make money, now I just take it
I used to earn money honestly, but now I steal it
I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete
I'll do whatever it takes to defeat you in a rap battle
Bucking niggas down 'cause they think shit is sweet
I attack people who underestimate me because they think I'm weak
I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects
I always carry a gun when I'm in the neighborhood
Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
I attack suddenly and viciously, like the group Wreckx-N-Effect
Buck to your head, now die is my slogan
A bullet to your head is my catchphrase
Yo stop frontin' you know I got you open, kid
Stop pretending you're not interested in me, I know I have your attention
Lyrics © MJJN LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Kenyatta Blake, Ewart Dewgarde, Walter Dewgarde, Austin Johnson, S Hunter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@sheryllynn6410
+iveywebb yaaaaaas he does!!!!
where oh where did that ♨ go???!!!
Rakim (and Eric B)....Redman, method man, epmd, Keith Murray, blackmoon, Heltah Skeltah, The Artifacts, the ever legendary, never underestimated Nasty Nas.....Then u got the infamous Mobb Deep....Dr. Dre, Blacksheep, KRS-ONE, Madd Skills, Nine, The Lost Boys, Common Sense (aka today as Common) Gangstarr (r.i.p Guru♡), and Snoop, the Dogg Pound, Dr. Dre...Of course Tupac ♡, and not to purposely mention in the "same breath" Biggie Smalls (<which, btw, he was actually very 1st concert I'd ever went to, in Orlando FL, no less, back then!; the DJ was f*cking up a lot and so Biggie threw his mic square at the DJ, walked off stage and ended his concert....shortest $50 I'd ever spent, but the memory, in hindsight, especially with Biggie gone😟, is the best "quick $50" I've ever spent lolz;) Then u got the classic hip-hop conventions like thr Jack the Rapper convention (personal note: I literally and actually went to middle and high-school with Jack the Rapper's grandson, Ian, he was actually knd of a real dork....See marker 5:50 of https://youtu.be/dceorz43MwY
, That's Ian and my boy, at the time, on the far left, "Mentor.)...From those classic conventions, groups like Outkast, Goodie M.O.B and so many other arose..... lists and lists of dope Mcees, artists, DJs, DJ crews (the Xecutioners, The Invisible Scratch Pickles, graffiti artists, Haze, Seen, etc....and even bboys (and girls) and their crews...(the legendary) Crazy Legs... then u had dope producers who were also artists (DJ Premier♡, just to name one) and more dope artists....labels had more dope burgeoning independent labels....
Hieroglyphics, The Alcoholiks, Pharcyde, Tribe Called Quest, The ever nasty Cunniliquists..... The Bushbabies (also see Most Def).... Sound Bombing 1 2 and 3... Lyricist Lounge.....
...tapes and vinyl for days....The Source magazine, that show on BET I'd watch everyday it came on at 4:30p, Rap City....
And those ^ are few mentions of dopeness from then....we had soooooo much more!!!
Dude, where the heck did all that fire go?????
and I'm not trying to sound "old
@sheryllynn6410
+Sheryl Lynn ..[my phone was about to die so I had to post that^, lolz;)].....
Con't.....not trying to sound "old"....but....with the exception of a few dope "seemingly underground/underground" rappers and artists like Childish Gambino....
Where oh, goodness where, did all that fire go???!!!
And why, God, Why!!!? Won't "Trap" die!!!!! And why does Spotify think I even remotely like trap just because I listen to &/or search the depths of Spotify for new rappers and artists!!!!!?
Don't let me sound old...Trap has a place, I dig it, sure...but it's NOT necessary that it sneaks it way into my ears as I'm digging for good music and artists! Why does everything need to sound like Trap these days....uhhghhshs....that's not where "the fire" of which I / we speak, went?!?! Surely!!!!??😣😫😝😖😬😡😠😳😦😔😓😭....
oh and I almost forgot: The Fugees (before and after the incomparable Lauryn Hill), Wu Tang, Channel Live, Ahmad, Arrested Development, Leaders of the New School, Busta Bust, Of course - I already said Tribe Called Quest, but you can never sweat them or play them - enough;), The (Legendary) Roots (Crew) - before Kimmy Falon....Ah, and the ever curious and pretty independent and possibly obsure... Solesides, Latryx, Mole Men, All Natural (See / youtube search "50 years down the line"...play it in your headphones, bedroom (a knod to "bedroom djs", ...i was one;),or play it for your kids to show them that this was our legacy.....
the golden age of hip-hop, is a term in can personally live with and be comfortable with....I never wanted my music to be concidered "old sckool"...."old school" was what we listened to growing up...our hip-hop was "the new school"...it was dope, phat, full of depth and range, it was full of fire..... it was golden.
What did we breed?? someone pls let me know??? School me if u must.....but how oh how did we get from the era of "The Get Down" ...(currently on Netflix - peep it if u haven't already!)....to the era of Trap and not much else, not even on the surface or mainstream! We heads and "backpackers" as some people called us, we hated and loathed the "mainstream!".... Now, I'd give just about anything to hear even a mainstream r/b band like Boyz to Men on the radio (Note: we real heads didn't like r/b too much....at least we didn't speak of it out loud, yah, u know who u r)...back in the day. I wouldn't even mind a band like TLC cuz at least they had some fire....Oh and Da Brat ( i met her in Orlando too, back then, lolz, at a Peaches Record Store record signing...she was very cool....)... The u got, female Mc wise...(The Lady of->) Rage, Queen Latifah, b4 she was all that she is now, State of Emergency...does anyone remember that? where the bleep did that energy all go?? Native Tounges, Heavy D, Chubb Rock, The Fat Boys, Kool Keith, the Ulta magnetic Mc's, Boogie Monsters, Digable Planet♡, Freestyle Fellowship, Beatnuts, The Main Source, , Mellow Man A.C.E. Cypress Hill♡, The Coup, MC Ren, MC Eight (had to mention:/), Slick Rick IS the Ruler, Doug E. Fresh, Kool Herc, Africa Bambaataa, Zulu Nation, Brand Nubian, my god....I could bug out on this for daze.....
Fill in your own blanks, of course....but only if I could hear at least a few decent fire artists....I would know all our stuggles, trials and tribulations, all or "knowledge building," trying to reach "new levels" and spit fire to new heights.... wasn't all for not.....
look at out streets...look at our struggle....look at our would.....
Now more then ever, we *need*good, ♡soul quenching hip-hop! ♡
See: "Big Words" also on Netflix.
While Big Words is certainly not "a cure"....It's a great little movie that is more of a salve for our aches and pains and longing...for a rebirth of our foregone conscious, explosive, full of fire, depth, range breadth full of love and cultural phenomenon of Hip-hop. ♡
i used to love H.E.R.
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@jfksajdfjsdj
Real hip hop heads know about black moon
@ernestiechevalierchildprod1586
DUCK DOWN!
@TheSub-SaharanAmericanLegend
Facts💯 Duck Down USA . A fraction of the BootCampClick
@kayshawnsimmons6822
TRUE 💞💞
@BadTV1993
Duck Down / Nervous Wreckords
@pf3305
Big facts
@gazzelle4
I'm honored and privileged to have been a kid of the 80's and 90's. I barely turn on the radio now...
@GBL2001
I only listen to the Old School stations that play music from the late 80s through early 2000s...
@peterg4130
@BLEXIT Da Communitah those exist where you live?
@sami__bl8910
@BLEXIT Da Communitah X2 bro