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them in the gym
That I was monstrous
And still from the jury they attest
Into the well beneath my chest
You are a monster, yes

Dylan, Phil

a passport
Rock bottom, but I asked for it. Fast forward to the last chord
Maybe understand how the past four years on my path towards here
Was a crash course

To Da Break of Dawn

Kid 'N Play

House Party [Original Soundtrack]

1990

crap 
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap 

Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah 
(To the break of dawn) 
Funk it up 
I said keep

To da Break of Dawn

LL Cool J

Rap's Greatest Disses

1992

crap 
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap 

Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah 
(To the break of dawn) 
Funk it up 
I said keep

To da Break of Dawn

LL Cool J

Beats, Rhymes & Battles, Vol. 1

2001

crap 
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap 

Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah 
(To the break of dawn) 
Funk it up 
I said keep

home at fourteen,
and that was me.  I was tortured inschool,
I was the class fag.  People were calling me 'faggot'before
I even knew what that word

to balance all that weight I ain't spend no time In the gym I was giving More than I can take Bussing sweat straining limbs It's crazy how I don't see people

I'm outta
space
Don't give me another chance, I'ma play it safe

can't take that, sent tears down her face Them niggas heroes , me don't wear no cape
I

left, I don't listen

I was chillin' with hoes in the back of detention
No my teachers ain't like me they class, I was skippin it
Like, fuck all that

Don't Mess with Texas

Baby Bash

Bashtown

2011

block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has

different forces,
as if it was an impossibility
The police in fact became heroes, got their promotion and victory medals
The six men got life imprisonment

Welcome to Trap Class
Teach ya how to make the bread fast
Teach ya how to make the feds mad
Teach ya how to get the big racks
I went to yale to pick

Bitch you know i'm the answer like AI
Bust down coming soon shit it take time
Do it at my own pace i'm a make mine
Real niggas by my side yea I can't lie

Yall do it for the gram
I do it for my family
Im spittin real shit, I'll prolly never see a grammy
Still remember back when i was fucked up in miami
My

Walking like a man that can talk it like I can
Booked a first class ticket bout to pop another band
You're a mobster for the Gram
Caught em hopping out

wasn't trippin' of nothin' that he said
Yea, racks on me i'm workin' out like it's weight class
And my bro 'nem was gone of so many xanax might as well

the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country nigga never seen

Woke up for school crib smellin' like kush
Pops down in the stu rollin' up that good
Slide through gym class and say what's up to the hoes
You lames

like dust
A careless soul in the muck but I kept it on the hush
But I admit it was a rush.
Repping our colors and screaming what up, cuh
But my friend

Bitches 2

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

But when we made it out to  the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!

CHORUS

whippin' a lack on rims
I thought it was him (I thought that was you, my nigga)
JID catch a nigga workin' out in the gym (oh, shit)

Hmm
Ten in

Thick As A Brick, Pt. 2

Jethro Tull

Thick as a Brick

1972

the child from him, put it to the test
Teach it to be a wise man, how to fool the rest

We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God

really, really hard until my clothes desintigrated and my flesh was both
waxy, shiny, and firm!
-oh how's your spike?
~its improved.
*

You don't  wanta be

when I was spending racks and never thinkin' of it
Now invested in myself, I feel like Warren Buffett
At the gym in Warren praying that I get