Testo Exercise - Akinyele
Testo della canzone Exercise (Akinyele), tratta dall'album Vagina Diner
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 here
'Bout to get the fuck up outta this shit
It ain't even my thing
Me play sports? Come 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 Jay Fonda to take care of that physical fit shit
Nothin wrong with bein overweight, everything straight
So long as my pockets ain't straight
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 the 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
Huh, 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
Don't throw your soccer balls this way
The name is Akinyele, not no motherfuckin Pele
Baseball's a sport 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 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 a hammer and cock it, but that's a whole different topic
I just throw my voice on plastic
You won't see me raps in no arena gettin my ass kicked
Or better yet boxin in, some ring with gloves
Talkin about "pssst pssst" losin oxygen
You know the whole blahzay blahzah, the Ak saga
I'm quick to run your shit like a jogger
Huh, I don't carry no stop-clock
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
Me jumpin over fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day you'll find me coolin on the benches
And you can ask me where the water's at
But don't come ask me to act like no motherfuckin quarterback
Shoulder pads and helmets, yeah right
Talkin that hut one, hut two, hut three hype, sike
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
Uh-uh, time to fuck out
I ain't with that
My nigga blow the whip for me
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Writer(s): Paul Mitchell, Akinyele Adams
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