Akinyele - Exercise Lyrics
* heavy breathing *Check this out manAll this gym shitRunnin around for a scholarshipAint even my style manI dont even know what the ***** Im doin in this shitBout to get the ***** up out of this shitAint even with this[akinyele]Me play sports? dont place your betIm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweatI just make the words sound hipI leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that physical fit shitNothin wrong with bein overweight, everything straightSo long as my pockets stay in shapeI never participated in gymI hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to beginThey say health brings you longevityBut Im not one for that extra-curriculum activityYou might see the ak, with a baseball hatWont see me on no field with no baseball batIn case some nigga head, got to get crackedOther than that, I dont plan to run trackPicture me joggin for miles.. hah!Come on kid, thats just not my styleI just talk to girls on the hornYou wont see the ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his cornsAnother athlete bites the dustAnother nigga from egypt, make egyptian muskPicture me wearin pro keds, runnin the full courtDont jump out your basket-ass headI just cool around the block and hold down the fortStraight up and down nigga, Im not a good sport* rob swift cuts exercise *[akinyele]Dont throw your soccer balls this wayThe name is akinyele, not no mother*****in peleBaseballs is what Im not withSo dont hand me no catchers mitt, cause I aint catchin shit!The only time I slide and run, is after a murders doneI get ghost before the homicide come!But thats a different subject - thats called games of deathWhen your man play russian roulette while upsetHe cant handle it, he wants to stop itHe grabs the hammer and ***** it, but thats a whole different topicI just throw my voice on plasticYou wont see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass kickedOr better yet boxin in, some ring with glovesTalkin about pst pst losin oxygenYou know the whole blase-blasah, the ak sagaIm quick, to run your shit like a joggerHuh! I dont carry no stopclockI knock the j off of jock, so you can just call me ak!Yeah, its just that simple sonOn my spare time, I be rackin *****es up, at the wimbledonBut Im not one for tennisNor breakin no sport records in the world book of guinnessI just cool around the block and hold down the fortStraight up and down nigga, Im not a good sport* rob swift cuts exercise *[akinyele]Me jumpin over fences, dont make sense kidOn a hot day, youll find me coolin on the benchesAnd you could ask me where the waters atBut dont come ask me to act, like no mother*****in quarterbackShoulder pads and helmet, yeah rightTalkin that hut one, hut two, hut three, hike - psych!Im poetic, while dealin with the alphabeticNot athletic, thats why I dont sweat itSo you can keep your sports on hold***** soccer, the shit that I kick, yo its bound to go goldI just cool around the block and hold down the fortI just cool around the block and hold down the fortI just cool around the block and hold down the fortStraight up and down nigga, Im not a good sport* slow scratching, heavy breathing *Uh-uh, Im the ***** outI aint with this shitFind the nigga, blow the whistle man
