1.) Buckshot (ak… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least 3 artists that share this name.
1.) Buckshot (aka. buckshotbad, buckeshot, solventabuser, solventabuse), is a member of the music collective Haunted Mound. He is affiliated with artists Sematary, Hackle, and Turnabout - as well as producers Gonerville, Snuffer, Grimoire and Oscar18.
2.) Memphis rapper affiliated with DJ Zirk & 2 Thick. Released his solo album Strapped With Them Thangz in 1994. Was also prominently featured on DJ Zirk's album Underworld.
3.) Buckshot (born Kenyatta Blake in Brooklyn, New York) is a legendary rapper, famous as the leader of Hip Hop supergroup Boot Camp Clik and the group Black Moon. He has released two solo albums, three albums with Black Moon and three albums with Boot Camp Clik.
Trapped
Buckshot Lyrics
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It was a puff of black smoke, in the air
I choke, then I witness two beady eyes there
Glare, wit no fear, pitch black
Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to speak
I tried to talk, but my voice is gone
I feel like I'm on the other side, word is bond
But he ease up and tell me to stand still
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a mannequin
But then again, when I felt the cold breeze
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother cease in
Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, when I take a toke
I feel the body ain't no joke
So follow me, as I follow him
Into the night, and you can see the light
[Chorus 4X]
I feel like I'm trapped in the world of rap
I feel like I'm trapped
[Buckshot]
Wake up, you can kill the steady talk
We gon' steady walk, where?
First look in the eye of a needle and stare
Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else
'cause it's irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self
Why equals self, so why ask why, I try
Not to ask why, while my shotty lie beside my bed
Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come
Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia-
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group
Ain't nothin personal, but at rehearsal
I'm serve justice for a click, and we roll thick
[Chorus 4X]
[Buckshot]
One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man, right
Short height, smooth throat, that's made to float
And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm
And drop it on the topic of the dress code
Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast
But how can't here be peace when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, this shit is makin me griff
Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it
See I'm ready for head up wit it
Shit it on who? Back in '82, it was you
Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little part of it
What, the rap music, I know you can't refuse it
But I'm here to tell you that you must lose it
Strictly convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go
[Chorus to fade]
In the song “Trapped” by Buckshot, the artist shares his frustrations with the rap game and the society he lives in. The song opens with Buckshot witnessing two eyes glaring at him from a puff of black smoke. He is paralyzed with fear and cannot speak, feeling like he is on the other side. However, the attacker eases up and tells him to stand still before they disappear into the night. The chorus repeats four times, emphasizing that Buckshot feels trapped in the world of rap.
Throughout the song, Buckshot critiques both the rap industry and society itself. He urges people to have knowledge of self and to not be swayed by meaningless talk. He also speaks on the violence and chaos of the world and the role he and his music play in it. The final verse discusses the dress code and the importance of peace in society. Buckshot conveys his readiness to stand up for what he believes in, even if it means going head-to-head with those who started the problems in the first place.
Overall, “Trapped” by Buckshot is a poignant commentary on the challenges and complexities of the world in which we live. It speaks to the struggles of individuals who feel trapped in society and the importance of using one’s voice to make a change.
Line by Line Meaning
It was a puff of black smoke, in the air
There was a black smoke that I saw
I choke, then I witness two beady eyes there
When I saw it, I felt scared
Glare, wit no fear, pitch black
The eyes I saw looked fearless and were completely black
Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to speak
I thought it was waiting to attack me so I tried to talk to it
I tried to talk, but my voice is gone
But I couldn't speak as I felt my voice was gone
I feel like I'm on the other side, word is bond
It felt like I was on the other side of the world
But he ease up and tell me to stand still
But it eventually calmed down and told me to stand still
I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't feel
I couldn't move on my own and didn't feel in control
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a mannequin
Although it was an anxiety-causing situation, I was rigid like a mannequin
But then again, when I felt the cold breeze
Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother cease in
The breeze passed across my back as I lay back and watched my brother cease to exist
Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, when I take a toke
I looked out the window, and it disappeared smoothly like a puff of smoke
I feel the body ain't no joke
It was a serious experience
So follow me, as I follow him
Now, I am following this thing
Into the night, and you can see the light
It takes me into the night leading to the sight of light
I feel like I'm trapped in the world of rap
I am trapped in the rap industry, and I can't escape
Wake up, you can kill the steady talk
Wake up and stop talking aimlessly
We gon' steady walk, where?
Instead, we are going to keep walking
First look in the eye of a needle and stare
Let's look into details
Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah
I have dreadlocks and a piercing look in my eyes
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear me
I'm proclaiming that people shouldn't be scared of me and they are welcome to approach me
But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else
But don't bother me with the irrelevant things you tell others
'cause it's irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self
Those who have self-awareness know that it's useless
Why equals self, so why ask why, I try
Self-awareness is important, so why do I need to question myself when I am already trying
Not to ask why, while my shotty lie beside my bed
I shouldn't doubt myself while keeping my shotgun beside me
Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
My thoughts influence my hair, and it grows slow as you faint
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come
But you persisted because you knew something great was coming
Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia-
Relax and listen to the lyrics I'm about to deliver
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
I'm here, but someone seems to be lost. Who's in charge?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
Don't talk nonsense or bullshit if you want to do well
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group
I'm saving the average group with my music
Ain't nothin personal, but at rehearsal
It's not personal, but I'm rehearsing
I'm serve justice for a click, and we roll thick
I'll fight for my crew
One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man, right
One man approaches the mic, next to a smaller one
Short height, smooth throat, that's made to float
The smaller one has a smooth-sounding voice that complements his short height
And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm
And he's about to bring some excellent music, and I stay calm even though everyone is on alert
And drop it on the topic of the dress code
He begins rapping about the dress code
Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode
Wearing boots and ready to fight
We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast
We live in an area that is always chaotic
But how can't here be peace when the Devil never cease
How can we have peace when evil always lurks around?
To cause mischief, this shit is makin me griff
It's irritating that Devil's pranks are causing us trouble
Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it
I can't control it anymore, I'm tired of it and ready for anything
See I'm ready for head up wit it
I'm eager to fight with it
Shit it on who? Back in '82, it was you
Who are we blaming? In 1982, it was probably you
Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little part of it
It all began with you, and now everyone is trying to get in on it
What, the rap music, I know you can't refuse it
What? Rap music. You can't say no to it
But I'm here to tell you that you must lose it
But I am here to tell that it's time to let it go
Strictly convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go
It's all about conversation, cadence, and poetic words, but it's time to stop it now
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BILL BROWN
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