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rages again
Standing at the helm, the Pope strains every muscle to steer his ship
Between the two pillars from whose summits hang many anchors and strong

don do too much hustle
Sey tey he kon be as if we wan dey fumble
Baba God bless our hustle
To hustle no be by our muscle
We don tire for The struggle

Torches and stakes don't strike no fear in me
There's no rest for the wicked
I get it
So I became what peasants are afraid to be
Bun a man down
Drink he

two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos,

Never followed no crowd always solo been a black sheep yo
Love the gyal dem and di gyal we a keep yo
Listen carefully to the words that I speak yo
Never

I'm 'bout whatever
Won't back down from nothin'
Perfected my craft, exercising my muscle
Two guns in the club
Kill the first nigga touch me
That's why I

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked 20,000 people, I

Been had switches, I know what them fullys do
I'm a vibe, let me know what you wanna do
Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be

is hard as a rock
And I can keep on going but I've got time start the clock
Ain't nobody mess with cold pizza, yeah that's a fact
Put it in the museum

just stay over there
Bitch my house ain't no museum you got to fuck in here
By any means out here, bitch Kevin Gates
Hoe told me I was popping, bitch

muscle (pray you'll be our muscle)
Strength in the times we all overcome with trouble
Every day we pullin' doubles for ourself and home (for ourself

They went right, E-V went left
So Common, one day it’ll all make sense
Soundbombin’ no way we’ll all make ends
Survival of the fit, a few win, but most

perfect angel, perfect muse

Heals my scars when i see your face
Hold me close like your pillow case
Talk Night long
and it aint no race
fixed my soul with

The Devil Is Dope

Coolio

My Soul

1997

kicks (Kicks)
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no

and set the tone
Don't judge another by the color of their skin tone
Not everything is black and white sometimes it’s two tone
Release the hate in your

No discuss (Shh)

Send two to his head call that shit a concussion
It's me and her business if me and her fucking
I'm cooli the baker fuck hoes by

tunnel
You be more tower bridge
We in two different places girl it is what it is
And we ain't in the same boat, so it could take a bit
Trying to dodge

cares to lose you
Give thanks to God cos he never stop loving you
Been alive is not by ur power or ur muscle
No be muscle oo wari mate e lodo baba muliko

to the things you said
How Your voice and body express your passion
It never crossed my head
The only two times that I'll need me is
Now and forever, no need for

Mouths to Feed

Ludacris

Release Therapy

2006

[Chorus: x2]
Stop moving so slow
I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and lets go
I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow
I got mouths to feed

to talk to me
Cause we're the two in the same room
Talking about the same goals
Baby no escape go
Baby it's us laylow
I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired to play

to mess with
My rhymes are seriously hectic
And I don't give a shit - septic
Yo, you have been blessed with
A sworded tongue terror
New era, but no cap,

muscle, this shit cock strong (whoa)
Lamborghini decapitated, the top gone
I love that sloppy head, 'specially when she lookin'
Got my pistol by the bed

half a day
Look at the floor all the magnums used
But at the same time I have the muse
By other pussies with attitude
So when I wanna come clap back