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).
Powaful Impak!
Black Moon Lyrics
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Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning
Fuck that
Blaw! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty
Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
I'm quick to bomb a crew
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I fucked her, then I jetted, that's why you's a little bastard
You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up
You punk niggas get smacked up, word life
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
From niggas who fiend to see my little ass rot
Peep my style, check my level
I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil
Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat
Here come brothers who lyrically act
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)
Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22
By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boom
Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard
My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd
Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record
Made your crew break up and your girl get naked
Respected, because I work hard for my cash
Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
I got dough, but I still hop the train
I'm bustin' niggas open, Attica style
Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul
Gimme dap, because I rock with the best
Yo, peace to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)
Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk
I pop junk and keep the pump in the trunk
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby
You little crab ass flea
Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha
Who the fuck you think you playin' wit
Yeah, I'm sayin' it
'Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right
Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic
But I don't sweat that, 'cause I 'm still paid
Niggas get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
I do what I must, just so I can make loot
If it's illegal, pack the gat son
You know how we do, true
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Powaful Impak!
Boom! (From the cannon)
The song “Powaful Impak!” by Black Moon is a straight up diss to all the wannabe gangsters and fake rappers out there. The opening lines are calling out those who are fronting on some bullshit, making it clear that Buckshot Shorty doesn't mince words or take kindly to pretenders who think they can hack it in the game. The lyrics are graphic and violent, conveying a mood of aggression and danger. Buckshot Shorty raps about killing at will and causing mad trauma with his rhymes, punctuating his verses with explosive interjections like “Boom!” and “Blaw!” He asserts his dominance on the mic, making it clear that he's untouchable and unstoppable. This song is all about the power of lyrical impact, which is what the title “Powaful Impak!” refers to.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo this is straight for all them niggas out there
This song is targeted at all those pretending to be someone they're not
Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning
Those who pretend to be someone they're not right from the start
Blaw! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
Buckshot Shorty is ready to attack
I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty
I am a skilled killer, so you better be careful
Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
I am compared to Jeffrey Dahmer for my brutal murders
I'm quick to bomb a crew
I am quick to attack and destroy your crew
So fuck your armor, 'cause I cause mad trauma
Your protection won't help you because I cause severe damage
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I am not stopping, going straight through your mother like acid
I fucked her, then I jetted, that's why you's a little bastard
I had sex with your mother and left, that's why you are a product of it
You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up
You talk a lot of nonsense, but when challenged, you won't act up
You punk niggas get smacked up, word life
You will get beaten up if you don't stop acting like a punk
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You're messing with someone who won't tolerate your behavior
I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
I am very skilled with the microphone, so they call me 'daddy long trigger'
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
I am Buckshot, and I am causing trouble with my gun
From niggas who fiend to see my little ass rot
People want to see me fail and fall due to my small stature
Peep my style, check my level
Take a look at my style and see how skilled I am
I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil
I am so skilled that I could even take on the devil
Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat
Be careful, get your gun ready because trouble is coming
Here come brothers who lyrically act
Here come a group of skilled rappers who can effectively perform
Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22
Some people carry a mac, but I carry a black 22
By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
I am getting ready to shoot your entire crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
I am representing Black Moon with pride
First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boom
Before I start rapping, I smoke some weed
Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard
I am delivering a rap style that you've never heard before
My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd
My music is so good that it's beyond belief
Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record
My music has changed your life dramatically
Made your crew break up and your girl get naked
My music caused your group to disband and your girlfriend to be sexually aroused
Respected, because I work hard for my cash
I am respected because I work hard for my money
Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
I am adding more flavor than Mrs. Dash's seasoning
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
My rap style will have a powerful impact on you
I got dough, but I still hop the train
I have money, but I still take the train
I'm bustin' niggas open, Attica style
I am attacking people in a brutal way, like what happened in the Attica prison riot
Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul
I am going straight for the kill, you're extremely terrible
Gimme dap, because I rock with the best
Give me some acknowledgement because I'm with the best group
Yo, peace to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest
Shoutout to the hardcore people, everyone else can go to hell
Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk
Saying random words to add rhythm to the music
I pop junk and keep the pump in the trunk
I listen to meaningless music and always have my gun with me
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Smoke some weed and get high
Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby
Ride my skateboard and attack someone using my gun
You little crab ass flea
Insulting someone for being weak and insignificant
Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
Copying my style, but I am the original rudeboy
Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha
I am not joking, I will attack and hurt you like Buddha
Who the fuck you think you playin' wit
Who do you think you're messing with?
Yeah, I'm sayin' it
I'm telling you straight up
'Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right
I am looking for a fight, and it could end badly for you
Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic
I am questioning why someone like you is allowed to have a microphone
But I don't sweat that, 'cause I 'm still paid
I don't care about that, I still get paid
Niggas get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
Men are getting attacked and killed, women are getting shot
I do what I must, just so I can make loot
I will do whatever it takes to make money
If it's illegal, pack the gat son
If it's illegal, bring your gun
You know how we do, true
This is how we operate, it's true
Powaful Impak!
Powerful impact
Boom! (From the cannon)
A powerful sound effect to emphasize the impact of the song
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: EWART DEWGARDE, KENYATTA BLAKE
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@dexenationgracey1979
Mobb Deep heard this album and changed their whole sound.
@theg7566
That ATCQ sample is dope. Respect to Black Moon, word
@CeddyMackBaybee
This album is PERFECT, no skips!!!
@woofdog1525
This sounds as fresh as the day it came out and hits just as hard
This song is 30 years old and is better than anything out today..the beats,the lyrics,the energy is truly sublime.
Amazing ✌🏾
@bummbrotha1065
the mixing and mastering could be a lot better though
@tapeworm6093
@@bummbrotha1065raw like “Black Bastards” mega
@michaelhawkins9344
With our a doubt bro
@williamcapone5457
@@bummbrotha1065 really? i think the rugged dirty sound is what made the album so dope.
@randynicholas1171
@williamcapone5457 you have to understand the NY environment back then. What the city was like in that era. If you lived it the 90s in NY was crazy. Some of the best times ever
@minesweeper105
Enta Da Stage is the greatest Hip Hop album of all time