[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

[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 shit

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 nigga 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 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

[Hook]

"Exercise"

[Verse Two]

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 pssh-pssh, 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 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

[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 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