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akinyele - exercise lyrics

exercise

[heavy breathing]
check this out man
all this gym sh-t
runnin around for a scholarship
ain’t even my style man
i don’t even know what the f-ck i’m doin in this sh-t
bout to get the f-ck up out of this sh-t
ain’t even with this

[akinyele]
me play sports? don’t place your bet
i’m not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat
i just make the words sound hip
i leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that physical fit sh-t
nothin wrong with bein overweight, everything straight
so long as my pockets stay in shape
i never partic-p-ted in gym
i hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
they say health brings you longevity
but i’m not one for that extra-curriculum activity
you might see the ak, with a baseball hat
won’t see me on no field with no baseball bat
in case some n-gg- head, got to get cracked
other than that, i don’t plan to run track
picture me joggin for miles.. hah!
come on kid, that’s just not my style
i just talk to girls on the h-rn
you won’t see the ak upstairs, puttin no b-tter on his corns
another athlete bites the dust
another n-gg- from egypt, make egyptian musk
picture me wearin pro keds, runnin the full court
don’t jump out your basket–ss head
i just cool around the block and hold down the fort
straight up and down n-gg-, i’m not a good sport

[rob swift cuts “exercise”]

[akinyele]
don’t throw your soccer b-lls this way
the name is akinyele, not no motherf-ckin pele
baseb-lls is what i’m not with
so don’t hand me no catcher’s mitt, cause i ain’t catchin sh-t!
the only time i slide and run, is after a murder’s done
i get ghost before the homicide come!
but that’s a different subject – that’s called games of death
when your man play russian roulette while upset
he can’t handle it, he wants to stop it
he grabs the hammer and c-ck it, but that’s a whole different topic
i just throw my voice on plastic
you won’t see me wr-sslin in no arena, gettin my -ss kicked
or better yet boxin in, some ring with gloves
talkin about pst pst losin oxygen
you know the whole blase-blasah, the ak saga
i’m quick, to run your sh-t like a jogger
huh! i don’t carry no stopclock
i knock the j off of jock, so you can just call me ak!
yeah, it’s just that simple son
on my spare time, i be rackin b-tches up, at the wimbledon
but i’m not one for tennis
nor breakin no sport records in the world book of guinness
i just cool around the block and hold down the fort
straight up and down n-gg-, i’m not a good sport

[rob swift cuts “exercise”]

[akinyele]
me jumpin over fences, don’t make sense kid
on a hot day, you’ll find me coolin on the benches
and you could ask me where the water’s at
but don’t come ask me to act, like no motherf-ckin quarterback
shoulder pads and helmet, yeah right
talkin that hut one, hut two, hut three, hike – psych!
i’m poetic, while dealin with the alphabetic
not athletic, that’s why i don’t sweat it
so you can keep your sports on hold
f-ck soccer, the sh-t that i kick, yo it’s bound to go gold
i just cool around the block and hold down the fort
i just cool around the block and hold down the fort
i just cool around the block and hold down the fort
straight up and down n-gg-, i’m not a good sport

[slow scratching, heavy breathing]
uh-uh, i’m the f-ck out
i ain’t with this sh-t
find the n-gg-, blow the whistle man

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