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conjure up my muse
She's my means to achieve a simple quota

When it's make or break 
Make no mistake
She appears like lightening in a bottle
I catch
no, the hood was strugglin'
But then I blessed them with that polo
Niggas was making music and then my first solo
Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo
the music
Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses
My house like a museum, so I see 'em when I'm peeing
Usually you have this much taste you European
steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends not enemies

They lash out with ferocious force
The fight grows more
steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends not enemies

They lash out with ferocious force
The fight grows more
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap

Late night hustle goin' down in the city
A one way street on the wrong
And her dual air bags just can't be beat 
She's rated real high by Consumer Reports 
And her two front seats have got lumbar support 
I've got the good
there right by your side

Comin' down that cross, I ain't singin' no more blues
Traded in that old has been rusted worn out muse

It's been twenty
The muses visit me.
Yet in soft, low tones,
They always say to me,
Say to me,

"It ain't no groove thing,
It ain't no country twang,
It's a simple refrain;
wax museums full of Black Panther triple OG's
Aunt Jemima hoes
Historic horse shit
Girls from long time ago
Stagecoach with the horse, kid

to arrive there

Look ahead at the road
You can't see a thing
But maybe we'll make it before it's too late

There is no time to waste---

Verse 2:

Turn, turn
love 4 you!
No respect 4 you or your kind!
Subjugate! now you got nothing!

No one left 2 help you get by!
Strapped yourself!
Don't get it twisted,
Raining, raining, raining. Rain in sugar town. [Repeat: x 2]

A new day dawns across the tracks,
tile by tile the chimney stacks.
A city steeped
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
it's house by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
was of no avail.
I could only fly in circles
Like a corkscrew in the sky,
My one wing flapping frantically
While birds just glided by.

I launched
For two bits she will do a Mazurka in Jazz
With a view of Niag'ra that no artist has
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz
You can learn a lot from

This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course 
Muse bound bop
Can't afford to get in no trouble because I'm on parole 

I'm trying to live life right 
God knows with all my might 
But I'm just barely getting by
Or the ridicule of two bigaloos
Now who's the fool?
And I ain't never been happier, no lie
I'm just you humble servant, I'm Nas
If y'all burn down
Pennies from heaven
Don’t make me laugh
Here all you’ll get
Is the pattering rain
Or yon two crows up over the hill
Looking for winterkill
One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
And this goes out to my DJ
FROM THE 27TH FLOOR (Proverbs 13:4)
bring'em out
It's hard to yell with the Atlantic in your mouth

Cracks in the surface
Cracks in the surface
Tck tck tck tck

One becomes two becomes

Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can hoist