Calisthenics Nolan The Ninja (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")
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[Verse 1: Nolan The Ninja]
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’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
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