Markaveli - BONUS Track 8
[Intro]
The chest, biceps, triceps
Calves, lats, traps, abs and back
Glutes and hamstrings, quads and wrists
Repeat then sleep, then eat repeat
'till heartbeat and meat are complete
[................talk........]
[Verse: 1]
Three in the afternoon time to feel the hurt
Time to keep working until my heart's alert
Gotta feel the burn until I rip the shirt
When my sick uncomfortable guns are pumping sir
Sweat on my sleeve, my first line: "Time to bleed"
Sweat on my feet cause it was your time to leave
When the nights right, pick a fresh bar and squeeze
Raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees
You dudes are like the Zyzz
Me I'm behind machines
Blending in, like a friendly college
Jump out like hard Arnold, armed with ammo
I'm a commando, being commando, (yea!)
Squat low when them muscles split
In the craziness, I might also screech
I'm no atheist, no coincidence, (that I)
Pray to God to forgive me, to dismiss my sins
I know God is with me, but am I working out backwards?
Or metabolism just in love with us rappers?
I want a better tone like African dancers
I'd rather chill like I'm on muscle relaxers
With a couple of masterpiece chicks to juggle my mastered seeds quick
That would be sick
Instead, I'm a slim synonym at the gym
Saying a Canadian prayer like I'm Tim Horton's in the turd
Praying I get strong, paranoid as I'm looking in the mirror
Bruh I'll tan before I flex for her
Gym Gods, please don't ignore this amateur
People get ma**ive and smoke more than spice girls
[Verse: 2]
Who I trust, Me
Save that "we" sh** for Nintendo
Until you get so slow
Fight me I am turbo
Forfeit, K-O
Or get buried under steroids, big bro
Yeah, I work for my pipes
'Till I see my favourite rappers in the afterlife
I've been f**ed with like Shady "25 To Life"
It mattered 'till six, it didn't last a night
I made it out in one piece
Now I try to keep my peace
Just add hockey you people made a young beast
Unleash the Pecs and Bics', the rebel arise
Several have died, so what's beef?
[Verse: 3]
Beef is when the douches are after you
For doing what you choose to do
Dissing the other half of their f*ggot crew (yup)
And it's true
The colour of my heart is the blackest hue
Understand this madness, sadness
If I had never beefed, I'd always be getting my a** kicked
Eating a Subway sandwich, God damn I'm a fat chick, (nah)
Since I am slim, I always gotta get the last hit
Against a**-holes douche-bags jerks and maggots
Mixed with ba*tards, s**ers turds and f*ggots
Who only shout threats and always gott-a jet
Dudes say they the best yet they nev-ar sweat
If you don't believe in me, best believe I'm disabling you
So Let d**h set a table for two
If you don't believe in me, best believe I'm ending you too
So let d**h set a table for yous! (yeah!)