Tag Alexander
Текст песни The Muscle

Feeling like a piston, bad boy
Way back in '89 feeling like bad boy
When the label was in its prime
Can't stop, won't stop, more props
Gimme mine for the mission
I ain't fitted, just call it a pick me not
Chances, take 'em, that's how you become a champion
Struggle, build strength, through the metro I am Samson
Rumble young man, rumble mind state, cash this
Before the military try to draft him
Build it to last, this be the craft needed to reach in the masses
Preaching to the people like I'm Malcolm with the glasses
At the podium right before the shotgun blast
Hoping I motivate many 'fore this life goes past
I be focused on tomorrow though I'm seizing the moment
My competition is me so what's defeating opponents
All I see is the future so as long as she growing
I'm laying off the right path, my role is to lead her on
And I'm gone

Rumble, rumble, young man, rumble
'Cause you get out and get it, that's how you overcome a struggle
You don't win, you don't eat, you broke if you don't hustle
Either you go home or go strong, apply the muscle
Rumble, rumble, young man, rumble
You get out and get it, that's how you overcome a struggle
You don't win, you don't eat, you broke if you don't hustle
Either you go home or go strong, apply the muscle

Dedicated, determination, check out my manuscript
On the road to riches, I fight with no handle grips
No handouts, I single handed these niggas classics
Forge respect, they never game me none, I had to snatch it
Like grandpa stretching his back, you know I get it cracking
Since back in the day back flipping up on the mattress
On my back, back handing these rappers to get to platinum
My mission is to kill 'em with lyrics, there's no relaxing
2Pac on my stomach and I ain't playing no meddling
Then Ricky had them zipping the Magnum, hitting the canvas
For one punch, eight mile battle in that de lux trunk
That's the sniffing and the commitment it took to come up
I'm Tracy Morgan to Martin, you know I gotta hustle, man
I'm cool but when I step in the booth I'm like the Son of Sam
Before I lose…each bar I spit is equivalent to a couple grams

Rumble, rumble, young man, rumble
'Cause you get out and get it, that's how you overcome a struggle
You don't win, you don't eat, you broke if you don't hustle
Either you go home or go strong, apply the muscle
Rumble, rumble, young man, rumble
You get out and get it, that's how you overcome a struggle
You don't win, you don't eat, you broke if you don't hustle
Either you go home or go strong, apply the muscle