Nolan The Ninja, Royce da 5'9" - Calisthenics lyrics

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 48227, 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