Excercise Testo

* heavy breathing * Check this out man All this gym shit Runnin around for a scholarship ain't even my style man I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin in this shit Bout to get the FUCK up out of this shit 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 shit Nothin 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 nigga 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 horn You won't see the Ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his corns Another athlete bites the dust Another nigga from Egypt, make Egyptian Musk Picture me wearin Pro Keds, runnin the full court Don't jump out your basket-ass head I just cool around the block and hold down the fort Straight up and down nigga, I'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 shit! 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 cock it, 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 ass 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 shit 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 bitches 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 nigga, 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 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 Fuck soccer, the shit 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 nigga, I'm not a good sport * slow scratching, heavy breathing * Uh-uh, I'm the fuck out I ain't with this shit Find the nigga, blow the whistle man