Exercise lyrics

[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

[Verse One]
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's 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*gga head, got to get cracked
Other than that, I don't plan to run track
Picture me joggin' for miles.. HA!
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*gga 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 n*gga, I'm not a good sport
[Hook]
"Exercise"

[Verse Two]
Don't throw your soccer balls this way
The name is Akinyele, not no motherf*ckin' Pele
Baseballs 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 wrasslin' in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
Or better yet boxin' in, some ring with gloves
Talkin about pssh-pssh, 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 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' 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*gga, I'm not a good sport
[Hook]
"Exercise"

[Verse Three]
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*gga, 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*gga, blow the whistle man