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* heavy breathing *
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Check this out man
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All this gym shit
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Runnin around for a scholarship
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ain't even my style man
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I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin in this shit
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Bout to get the FUCK up out of this shit
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Ain't even with this
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[Akinyele]
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Me play sports? Don't place your bet
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I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat
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I just make the words sound hip
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I leave it up to Jane Fonda, to take care of that physical fit shit
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Nothin wrong with bein overWEIGHT, everything STRAIGHT
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so long as my pockets stay in SHAPE
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I never participated in gym
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I hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
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They say health brings you longevity
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But I'm not one for that extra-curriculum activity
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You might see the Ak, with a baseball hat
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Won't see me on no field with no baseball bat
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In case some nigga head, got to get cracked
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Other than that, I don't plan to run track
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Picture me joggin for miles.. HAH!
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Come on kid, that's just not my style
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I just talk to girls on the horn
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You won't see the Ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his corns
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Another athlete bites the dust
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Another nigga from Egypt, make Egyptian Musk
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Picture me wearin Pro Keds, runnin the full court
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Don't jump out your basket-ass head
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I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
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Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport
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* Rob Swift cuts "exercise" *
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[Akinyele]
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Don't throw your soccer balls this way
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The name is Akinyele, not no motherfuckin Pele
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Baseballs is what I'm not with
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So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I ain't catchin shit!
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The only time I slide and run, is after a murder's done
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I get ghost before the homicide come!
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But that's a different subject - that's called games of death
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when your man play russian roulette while upset
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He can't handle it, he wants to stop it
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He grabs the hammer and cock it, but that's a whole different topic
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I just throw my voice on plastic
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You won't see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
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or better yet boxin in, some ring with gloves
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talkin about PST PST losin oxygen
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You know the whole blase-BLASAH, the Ak SAGA
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I'm quick, to run your shit like a JOGGER
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Huh! I don't carry no stopclock
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I knock the J off of Jock, so you can just call me Ak!
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Yeah, it's just that simple son
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On my spare time, I be rackin bitches up, at the Wimbledon
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But I'm not one for tennis
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nor breakin no sport records in the World Book of Guinness
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I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
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Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport
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* Rob Swift cuts "exercise" *
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[Akinyele]
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Me jumpin over fences, don't make sense kid
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On a hot day, you'll find me coolin on the benches
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And you could ask me where the water's at
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But don't come ask me to act, like no motherfuckin quarterback
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Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah right
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Talkin that Hut One, Hut Two, Hut Three, Hike - psych!
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I'm POETIC, while dealin with the alphaBETIC
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Not ATHLETIC, that's why I don't SWEAT IT
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So you can keep your sports on hold
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Fuck soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
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I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
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I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
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I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
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Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport
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* slow scratching, heavy breathing *
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Uh-uh, I'm the fuck out
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I ain't with this shit
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Find the nigga, blow the whistle man
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