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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

muse, found my peace, and I found that this was meant to be
Yeah he's making living life a whole lot funner
And I know this boy will love me, I can see it

as me
But
I'd like to think that I mean more

And two tongues touch
The edge of the night
A hand on your neck
Strokes to the thigh

With each kiss comes

I’m going straight to the muse
I want it
I need it
And I ain’t got nothing to lose
They told me just leave it
But I’m not the type to leave truth
I

to you
Early morn, you can be my muse
You can roll over on top
Pull it out like a Glock
And then ride
(Hold on tight)
It's such a vivid image in my mind I

Muse XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe

to you

You hold my hand in the dark of night
You're my light, you're my guide
Tell me what is wrong and what is right
I'll believe it when you're by my

Hey, it's late and I should be tired
But no, instead I am wired
The muse of a song has
Come to my door and she's asked me if I'd like to play

Sad,

bread with this new designer
Be my muse, subliminal ghostwriter
For memoirs of insane delivery drivers
And ballads of anti-ballad songwriters

I'd ignored

que celle des schmits
L'album est aussi gé-char qu'un entrepôt d'shit

My nigga, my rebeu
Plus speed qu'un camé
Tous ces boloss rêvent de

muse your my everything
I just, I cant ignore these feelings of lust
I just want your body girl I'm intoxicated by all your love, by all your love
Girl

This How We Eat

Too Short

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same

Made thirteen

hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook

If I could say this shit out loud without me slowing down
I'd probably go on for forever letting everything I hold in out
My thankfulness for how you

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do

Living out my pockets
Never had no food stamps
Yeah I had to get it
So I had to do that
Beg you pardon I'm an artist
Tell me what you'd do then
If that's

talking, ya know, 
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know 
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny

vrais déesse parmi les hommes,
On en voit qu'une par millésime,
Celles qui dans nos cœurs résonnent,
Elles ont leur place dans chaque album,
D'une douce

you but I could not present-I'ma
Fool for you
Move for you, a Muse for you
Amused by you, Do somethin' I'll move for you
I got a lot of melodies but I

the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly

myself
Pas capable de reach le next step, comme le top shelf
Avant d'aimer les autres, love yourself
J'suis underrated

Le seul drive-by t'as fait de ta

We'd rest beneath the shade and let the hours fly by
You'd adore it just as I
So in isolation
I but dwell upon those nights long past
I cherished

My Philosophy

Boogie Down Productions

Live Hardcore Worldwide

1991

KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew 
Right up to your face and dis you 
Everyone saw me on the last album cover 
Holding a pistol 
Something far