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lirik lagu exercise – akinyele


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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