* 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