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wan drive muscle?

You better recognise
Or you step aside
See I no dey chase clout
For that extra hype
All I want for my team
Is just a better life
See

favorite Dilla
Doing donuts in the 6
She said she love the way that the music is moving
That I'm building a museum
And inquired what's my muses
I said this

on a palette? Maybe
We're not meant to be a museum painting
Immortalized by a few and head-noded-at by most
Maybe our physical distance has created
Too much

The art of making art
Is putting it together
Bit by bit

We haven't met. Charles Redmond. County Museum of Texas. 

Nice to meet you. 

I don't mean

every muscle in my body at this moment I can barely speak
I'm dis-respectful
Bring only real
Man I got you
Two drinks got a belly for the year man fuck

Ahhh...Men

Say Anything

Say Anything

2009

bodies in their barrels of fun
Will be marched through museums that display what they've done.
They'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin

You're confused
You've been abused
But my heart don't burn for just anyone
And not for you
I lit your fuse, yeah
Said you're my muse
But my art's too

I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck

the holy bag, reach your hand into the right pocket of my shorts. Oh no! Where'd the pocket lining go? The magic stick you're now touching there, must have

found by her great-granddaughter
In the attic with no light on
Where her grandmother used to live
Till yesterday
And now she's curious about her roots

Livin' Astro

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

Elton John or Lionel Richie 
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid 
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade 
I count the bills, roll

in 2020 you niggaz was lit (niggaz was lit)

Ya ain’t got no hustle
Ya ain’t got no muscle
Ya ain’t got no hustle
Ya ya ain’t got no hustle

Ya ain’t

food
I'm just livin' how I like (Woah)
Please get the fuck out my room
(Came through two days ago sayin' some shit like that)
Like (Look at this dude) my

the muscle
You play and you lay the graves we dug em'
Once I up it an bust it ain leavin' no proof
Two ops dead we flee and we scoot
Bro in the back and he

My baby like a cookie
She got me walking hanging
Out in parks and museums
I might shoot it like your boy
Was raised by cupid
She said I know you don't

just manifestation
I've got my Abra, Kadabra
And you know Alakazam
If you can't make me crack a smile
Then you're the muse in my museum

Riddle me this

or fall back
I'm Snapping like Kodak
A nigga need Prozac
It ain't no more hold back
I lived like a whisper
And then I start listening
My calling keep

feeling it coming
We getting this money
We put in that grind & hustle
Whole lotta weight get it off the muscle
Get out the way nigga that's a must
Day by

others and manage to still catch a stray
Either way it go I still get some praise by the day cuz these niggas can’t drown my wave—

V2:
Got a tatto

adrenaline rush nitrous oxide krush just with one touch ain't no catching us nothing left 2 discuss fast and furious.
   
    American Muscle Foreign pop that

the one boo

Yeah we broke up
And I have to grieving to do
Because you’re a curse in disguise
What a blessing
I had to become my own muse
I had to become my

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the Museum
Ayo, This Time Next Year
Sinful Saint coming soon
This for the Circle though!

Prestige is the steez conceived when
Dreams are led and fears shed

up I got
The toaster by the bar
I get cake cuz I always got a hustle
I pump weight and I ain’t
Talkin’ ’bout my muscles
At the club every day but that