Calisthenics - Nolan the Ninja, Royce 5'9

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