Tag Alexander - The Muscle lyrics

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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