Akinyele – Exercise lyrics

Heavy* breathing Check *
this out man All
this gym s titRunnin
around for a scholarship Ain't
even my style man I
don't even know what the f k**I'm doin in this s titBout
to get the f k**up out of this s titAin'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 s titNothin
wrong with bein overweight everything, straight So
long as my pockets stay in shape I
never participated 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 anushead 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 horn You
won't see the ak upstairs puttin, no butter on his corns Another
athlete bites the dust Another
n anusfrom egypt make, egyptian musk Picture
me wearin pro keds runnin, the full court Don't
jump out your basket-a head** I
just cool around the block and hold down the fort Straight
up and down n anusI'm, not a good sport Rob

* swift cuts "exercise" [akinyele] *

Don't
throw your soccer balls this way The
name is akinyele not, no motherfuckin pele Baseballs
is what I'm not with So
don't hand me no catcher's mitt cause, I ain't catchin s titThe!
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 itits but, that's a whole different topic I
just throw my voice on plastic You
won't see me wrasslin in no arena gettin, my a 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 s titlike 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 s*****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 anusI'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 motherfuckin 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
k**soccer the, s titthat 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 anusI'm, not a good sport Slow

* scratching heavy, breathing Uh-uh *
I'm, the f k**out I
ain't with this s titFind
the n anusblow, the whistle man