Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Calisthenics , by - Nolan the Ninja. Song from the album YEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.09.2017
Record label: SPORT CAST
Song language: English
Calisthenics |
| I’m from the strip where niggas 'Strapped' as if their first name was |
| Bokeem or Fredro, quick to let the tech blow |
| No need for info, know I rep the mitten proudly |
| It’s 48 227, the shit’s embedded inside me |
| You know where I be, play the crib until the cash talk |
| Smoking sticky through the asphalt, tip them hats off, shit |
| Witness the reign, only twenty & change |
| Went from being shit to motherfuckers knowing my name |
| Can’t stop until I’m pushing the Range, cruising '96 and |
| Bumping Illmatic, mapping motions with my brother, Eric |
| I thought I told you that the text is esoteric |
| Only built for the live where I reside, no façade |
| I’m cut from a cloth that these niggas couldn’t sport |
| In this bloodsport, niggas don’t play fair, I follow suit |
| Don’t fuck with me then it’s fuck you, I’m blunt as can be |
| I’ve been a nuisance since they hung me on them nooses, it’s no excuses |
| A year ago, I was playing PRhyme |
| Now I got Nickel Nine on the line, rooting for me to shine, it’s real |
| Cuz now the veterens see me as brethren, fuck being pressured |
| Cuz I’mma snap necks when I catch wreck, let ‘em know I’m next in |
| (Turn up your stereo, my nigga) |
| You’re officially tuned in to a moolie who |
| Verbally paints a movie by jotting lines on a looseleaf |
| Poetic prophet who persistent & play the position of gifted |
| Extra Prolific, like them niggas from Hieroglyphics |
| If I said it, I meant it, I’m a fucking menace, I’m here from a minute |
| Clocking calisthenics, calculating my quest to conquer |
| Until it’s 40K at concerts, ya heard |
| I work for every buck, murking every bust, the spread’s very plush |
| Canary truck burier, six friends will carry ya |
| Listening to David Ruffin, Mary Puff, Barry Chuck, Barry plus |
| I inherited nothing much but motherfuck a fairy dust |
| Delegate with shell and flames, Mac-11 wrapped in black & yellow tape in |
| cellophane |
| Selling caine, this Heckler and Koch that I got is so well endowed |
| You should tell the cops that it’s immaculate, it would actually still look |
| masculine |
| If I dropped it on Ellen’s crotch in the park while I’m knocking It’s Dark and |
| Hell Is Hot |
| I got no time to be telling lies to these jealous guys |
| While I try to vibe to Big L and Nas, Makaveli, Ready To Die watching Belly |
| That shit is like my daily exercise, shots fired, check vitals, check your child |
| Nobody check out, might wanna check your bials |
| Nigga, wipe off your daughter, we bite too hard to respect your growl |
| Shut your mouth if you’re skeptical, not me, I’m going the extra mile |
| I’m at the farm, extra arm, ready to wet the cows, we could bet the house |
| We come to split you, the difference between writer’s block and uninspired |
| Some of which are against ya and; |
| some are biased |
| Just understand there’s a difference between a man being hot and a man who just |
| under fire |
| Damnit, just come and try us, the humble pie, the young empire, them lies told |
| By those jumbo liars, put them iron throws at your body, will turn your hole |
| into size of jambalaya |
| The undeniable, diabolical, last of a dying molecule |
| I’m sicker than your average, dinosaur when it’s time to roll |
| When that drama close, you’ll be traumatized & be kind of froze |
| I call that shit trama-toast, comical, fingers round his throat |
| If he outspoken, see if he can rhyme what he got in his notebook |
| Got his nose without choking, if not, adios you marrocon |
| You got the baddest hoe, I got the Holly home, check your hottie, homes |
| Me and Nolan catching bodies while we body throw |
| Playing catch with zombies while we standing next to giants yelling hiddy ho |