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).
Niguz Talk Shit
Black Moon Lyrics
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Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killing every nigga in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
'Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains
Burst to flames, turn the mic into blood stains
So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left
5ft. Accelerator, greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, motherfucker, you're still through
Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any pussy niggas to forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshot's in the house and you know my name
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick
Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
And spray niggas with my vocal loco B comes express
Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
And when I roll mad deep niggas back off
Fucking with Buckshot it's blood you cough
I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
But I choke a stunt if it's beef she want
So bring the motherfucking arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow inside the ho
And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to
Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew
You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock
To the um tic-toc, I don't pop
So yo make way so I can make my debut
I'm funky but you're Pepe Le Pew
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talking mad shit
If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick
Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks
Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my Tec
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray
I murder then I drop dead bodies in the bay
Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
I'm a four course meal, you're a one dollar Hero
I'm sorta like the mob when I get the job done
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine on my motherfucking waistline
Bitch, you know my name, bring it in
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
Niggas talk shit but that ain't my steel
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
The song "Niguz Talk Shit" by Black Moon is a reflection of the harsh realities of life in inner city neighborhoods, where gang violence and gun crime are prevalent. The lyrics are boastful, violent and aggressive, with explicit references to guns and shooting. The rapper describes himself as a "sick-ass nigga" who is willing to kill anyone who crosses him or disrespects him. He also makes references to popular cultural icons of the time, such as blaxploitation movie character Dolemite.
The song also reflects the tough and gritty rap style that was popular in the early 1990s, when the song was released. The lyrics are delivered in a raw and unfiltered manner, with little regard for political correctness or social norms. This style of rap, known as "gangsta rap," was controversial at the time, with many critics accusing it of promoting violence and sexism.
Despite its controversial subject matter, "Niguz Talk Shit" has become a classic hip hop song and is widely regarded as one of Black Moon's signature tracks. It is a reflection of the tough realities of life in inner-city neighborhoods, and an expression of the frustration and anger that many young black men felt at the time. The song's message is not necessarily one of glorifying violence, but rather of expressing the pain and struggle of life in a violent and oppressive environment.
Line by Line Meaning
Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
I killed someone, call the morgue to come pick up the dead body.
Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day
I shot someone twice in the head during the daytime.
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I use firepower, and when I shoot, the sound travels far.
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
I use different types of firearms, including Mac-10s, oo-wops, and Glocks.
Shit, killing every nigga in sight
I'm killing anyone and everyone I see.
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
I'm disrespectful even after I kill someone, and I make jokes about them while standing over their grave.
'Cause I'm a sick-ass nigga with no brains
I'm crazy and don't have any moral sense.
Burst to flames, turn the mic into blood stains
I'm so intense when I rap that it's like the mic bursts into flames and leaves blood stains.
Any thought I think, you blink and drink death
I have deadly thoughts, and if you even think about opposing me, you'll end up dead.
So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left
I'm confident in my skills on the microphone, and I acknowledge my friend who's standing on my left.
5ft. Accelerator, greater than your crew
I'm better than your whole crew at rapping, and my name is 5ft. Accelerator.
Bring in your whole mob, motherfucker, you're still through
Even if you bring all your friends, I'll still beat you all.
Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?
Hey, friend, do you have my gun?
I got more riff for any pussy niggas to forfeit
I have more rhymes and disses for anyone who wants to challenge me and back down.
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
I welcome any challenge, and I don't care about any consequences.
Buckshot's in the house and you know my name
My name is Buckshot, and I'm present and ready for anything.
Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick
Lower the tempo for that woman with the good voice.
Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
Give me the automatic gun, I'm about to lose control.
And spray niggas with my vocal loco B comes express
I rap so hard that it's like spraying people with bullets from a train called Loco B.
Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
My lyrics hit hard and penetrate through any protection, such as a bulletproof vest.
And when I roll mad deep niggas back off
When I'm surrounded by a lot of people, others are intimidated and keep their distance.
Fucking with Buckshot it's blood you cough
If you mess with me, you'll end up coughing up blood.
I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
I'm always serious, I don't joke around, and I never have trouble smoking weed.
But I choke a stunt if it's beef she want
If someone wants to start a beef with me, I'll take them down.
So bring the motherfucking arrow and I play Rambo
I'm confident and skilled with weapons, so bring on any challenge and I'll handle it like Rambo.
When I shoot the crossbow inside the ho
If I shoot an arrow inside a woman's body, it's like having sex with her.
And her nigga, triggers I'm addicted to
I'm addicted to guns and shooting them.
Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew
Like the drug angel dust, I create chaos and destruction among your crew.
You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock
You're not as good as me, and you're all trying to be like me.
To the um tic-toc, I don't pop
To the sound of a ticking clock, I don't hesitate to shoot.
So yo make way so I can make my debut
Clear the way for me to show my skills and make my presence known.
I'm funky but you're Pepe Le Pew
I'm cool and talented, but you're just a smelly skunk like Pepe Le Pew.
Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you're talking mad shit
Be careful what you say about me, I heard you're talking badly.
If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick
If you're really obsessed with me, get on your knees and perform oral sex.
Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks
You have a choice to either back off or face the consequences of my deadly lyrics.
Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my Tec
Who's going to be the next one to try to challenge me and feel the power of my gun?
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray
I shoot quickly and accurately, I'm like a boxer throwing punches like Sugar Ray Leonard.
I murder then I drop dead bodies in the bay
After I kill someone, I dispose of their body by dropping it into the bay.
Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk
My music has a lot of energy and funk, turn up the volume in the car.
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
Listen to my music while you relax and smoke marijuana.
I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
I'm serious and I change things up like Robert De Niro in his movies.
I'm a four course meal, you're a one dollar Hero
I'm very valuable and skilled, you're not as valuable as me.
I'm sorta like the mob when I get the job done
I'm like a member of the Mafia when I successfully complete a mission or task.
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
I have contracts to carry out, and I always have my guns with me.
So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat
Stay away from me, or you'll face the consequences of my gun.
Buckshot Shorty, see I always stay strapped
My nickname is Buckshot Shorty, and I always carry a gun.
With the nickel nine on my motherfucking waistline
I have a 9mm gun in my waistband.
Bitch, you know my name, bring it in
You know who I am, come closer and face me.
Lyrics © MJJN LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: EWART DEWGARDE, KENYATTA BLAKE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
mc' lovin
Hands down one of the hardest songs ever
Sekou
One might take it as ignorance but it is indubitably art in its purest form. Timeless and meaningful…
STEEZY STEEZ
Nothing soft here
king esseen
@Brooke Taylah ????
Capital Khan
Till this day 💯💯💯
Jay King
Vintage 90s track. Bucshot, one of the most under rated MCs in the of all time game. RIP Sean Price!
Vernell Thomas
Buckshot was slicing the beat....always love how Evil D muffled the sounds!
Zatiti Cherry
@Devon Millar Word, him and Mr.Walt are Geniuses!!!
Smoke
What about 5 ft. Of black moon? (İn right Side in This photo)
Jus Jah
@Boban Obradovic good stuff