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ask for the truth (If you're asking me for the truth)
I'ma tell em' that you're my muse (Baby oh, you're my muse)
Don't nobody love like you do (No

rebound and I block out
A no hitter Nigga nothings sweeter
Than the opposition when it drops out
Like Bama Duchie never clock out
Speeding by you better

hope like Wilson Russell
Believe in your hustle 
Be confident but humble 
No muscle 
If there’s no pain so push there's joy in struggle 
Don’t listen

The Bounce

Jay-Z

Excuse Me Miss

2003

Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen

Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin

y'all eating shcrimps
Yea if men get the twerking I'm gone ima dip
Yea my momma pushed two boys out her not no chicks
I was born set apart I don't run

Dat Side

Kanye West

No Dope on Sundays

2017

mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I'm gone by 12 o'clock PM,

brought me power like 50

When I come through it's tragic I can't leave no witness
It's just me and Muse we came to handle business
Say that choppa do magic

replay 
Remember each moment like its stamp to my brain 
But i needed to move one, theres no way i could stay
Even though it was painfull, i needed

I don't need no, I don't need
Anything not meant for me
'Cause I believe yes, I believe
When it's meant to be then it will be
I don't need no, I

than Half of these dummies trading their bread For the muscle
Losing their minds selling their time
Flashes by now they puzzled
Could’ve been balling

Never next to me
You're a ufo
cn alien
The two of us
Have no 
Identity
But I know 
My love For you
Goes to the moon
cnd infinity

Constellations of stars

all in my mind 

You don't know 
What I'm going through 

People trouble you 

Have you made it ? 

Damn I'm trying 

So many times alone 

No one

Attack on the Stars

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack

Ah, hip, Swass, down

crimes by them street signs (Signs)
It's live ain't no rewinds (Ah)
You die or you keep trying
Fly out this world (Fly)
Two types of niggas
Amiri's

Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Tell me it ain’t dangerous to love you
I don’t want no trouble
No struggle
No hustle
No muscle
Lie to me
Lie

the shop, but I can't say no more
Switching lanes, playing by my rules, I write my own script
Why you mad at me? Your bitch was choosing, she was on my tip

I gave you all my love and you gave me my muse 
Yeah this is home, this is home 
You don't know the way you forever changed my life 

Time to time I

You can still find it online
You and me, two guitars, side by side
The moment when our necks collide
And I still search for you sometimes
An indie

and darling
Too damn charming
Two man army
Ask if I can said I do for barbie
Who you want by your side
When the night time comes
Know you tryna get high
But I

since I lived like an orphan  powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,

Untouchables

Eric B. & Rakim

Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em

1990

versatile with the style it's reversible 
I get away even if I say a curse or two 
First, let me bust another verse for you 

Your arms too short to box

By Any Means

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

you cop two of them, we frontin' four
Fuck niggas we don't fuck with dough
Bad bitches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no

the wind
Ain't no telling where I'll end 
2 years from now so fuck thinking bout 10
Whole life could end
Right here right here
Never know when death is near

another that might compare
To you
You really are a type too rare
Too rare

Give you two when you only ask one
Be your Muse when you want some fun
By my side