This is a song about "Muscle"

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I was going to go hard on you but i'm not even using any muscle.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

They ain't got no muscle you would think they was weightless.

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

Nobody ain't own us yet

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

We original officially the most original