Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fitness, artist - J-Live. Date of issue: 01.11.2010
Song language: English
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? |