‘The Sick-Azz Workout ('Breathe Easy' REMIX)’

Verse 1:
Mental anaerobics, lyrical eccentric contractions
Yeah, gotta be on-point wit' my reactions
You've, seen me work, very full range of motion
Never injured, while the comp is less healthy than Greg Oden
That reference might be dated, but, not many complainin'
'Cause, on the track I go the distance like Fartlek trainin'
Get the full use of, metabolic disbursement
Cardiovasc to the max, muscle pumpin' somethin' perfect
Jump rope to keep bones tip-top, can't be osteoporo
At 70 will still keep up wit' the kids, ahk
Fuck old age, Print has gotta move around
An', bring in new blood like sarcomeres to put it down
Hold my crown as I shadowbox around the ring
An' in the darkest of alleys, punchin' foes comin' at me
They low in intensity, rowin' up shit's creek
Fightin' each other wit' the oars, startin' flame wars
But, I ain't sweatin' it, though they sweat my technique
Doin' pull-ups an' push-ups, wit' the weighted vest
I'm - outta them streets, but present in a astral state
Witness snakes get it in the kidney, like, guanidinoacetate
Now I'm goin' over heads like hands in jumpin' jacks
This ain't just, lyrical exercise
Fuckin' facts, workin' too hard to falter
Offerin' to train y'all, should have accepted my offer


Verse 2:
Get ya' weight up, I got technique plates
Work wit' me an' you'll never again get ate up
I can cultivate ya' style, make you harder than the rest
Rawer than a powerlift, leave the vets impressed
An', I ain't just talkin', I've made diamonds out of coal
Applied pressure on those wit', whom I once flowed
They went all out, like Brian Schwab an' Tony Conyers
Now they sendin' e'ry beat, way up yonder
Pens like .44 wit' the iron, I ain't talkin' kettle-bells
Benchin' niggaz like tricep curls
They still my +juniors+ though, but no ICF weight class
I can hold my own against great mass
Dudes should have known, forever small things
To a GIANT, truly nada in the grand scheme
We on different paths, but they study my moves
Like kinesiology, tryna fuck up my groove
An' they losin' the fight, like the war on childhood obesity
It's a real uphill battle
An' I came prepared for the hike, this a breeze to me
Man, I'm out here doin' Walking Lunges
I - packed some lunches, they goin' off hunches
Unable to keep up, so I - kicked my feet up
Hooked the hammock up high, spectatin' all the havoc
Then did a oversplit an' shitted on these bogus twits