Lyrics Fitness - J-Live, Homeboy Sandman

Fitness

Yo, we take bits and pieces of masterpieces
Perform surgeries, preserve the new species
Drop kick feces, drop kicks and snares for MPC’s
F up your whole thesis
Like D. C
Sneakers on a roll
Skateboarders grab your tape recorders, place your order bro
This some orders, disregarding warnings, you don’t wanna know
Off the wall, Mr. Walrus, evince the underwater flow
Underwater flow like a damn torpedo
Sink your Battleship, rather incognito
Y’all combo: Schwartz-a-negro and Devito
Live and Sandman like Neo and Magneto
Neo and Magneto
Niece mia call me Tio
Never see me frag, never see me sweat, no B. O
Okey dokey, vaya con dios
All party people that’s bi-pedal
Peep through the keyhole
This that what y’all need to get with
That futuristic yet vintage lyrical fitness
Can I get a witness?
This that what y’all need to get with
That futuristic yet vintage lyrical fitness
Can I get a witness?
Yo
Sharin' Evian water with your daughter
All aboard my?
inside her orbit
Aura is never outta order
Big up Garcia Lorca
Used to flow by strokin' broads but now my strokes are broader
The flora and the fauna on the corner
My office got no borders
My offers aren’t borin'
Brilliant as the mornin' is in Bora Bora
The Beatles were my favorite group
Some Beetlejuice your order
Shake, shake, shake senora
Shake your body line
Make it twist like Bacardi Lime
Turn a sucka MC into your favorite mime
J life of the party, I’m
Glowin' like a dead Jedi when I rhyme
Goin' in, fan base
Growin', up like a reservoir
Tip, when my one eye see a horny ass dime I’m the
Nigga, the owner, the G.O.D
Father Pt.
III like Andy Garcia
One time
This that what y’all need to get with
That futuristic yet vintage lyrical fitness
Can I get a witness?
This that what y’all need to get with
That futuristic yet vintage lyrical fitness
Can I get a witness?
Yo, my rhyme books remain upgradeable
Unlimited gigs, memories unfadeable
The face of the franchise
Far and away, untradeable
You can check the stats on the back of the card or online
Holla back at the God with infinite, infinitesimal, stackin' the odds
Yet still movin' decimals and decibels
Packin' the Ipods not to mention the yards at the festival
My drive doesn’t subside and that’s the way I’m livin'
There’s a ribbon in the sky for the rhythm
More bananas than cribs where the gibbons live in
I’m in my prime, ala Doc Holiday in Forgiven
Sick of frickin' fibbin'
I’ve been hip to bigot driven division
Been studying since Al Bundy was reading Biguns'
I’ve been goin' round since goin' down, the bell is now dingin'
No doubt, if I’m goin' down, I’m goin' down swingin'
This that what y’all need to get with
That futuristic yet vintage lyrical fitness
Can I get a witness?
This that what y’all need to get with
That futuristic yet vintage lyrical fitness
Can I get a witness?