Exercise Lyrics - Singles - Akinyele

* 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