New workout routine for 2020. Fitness & Piano.

[Round 1: QP] I say, the upkeep when you tuck heat...I’m sayin’ it’s good maintenance Boys in blue’ll come, the rule of thumb, you gotta break into foot races Grip the plastic, surge in, nursin’ ‘K get a hood, face it ‘Fore I bow heads wit’ the mill’ (meal), you better pray to stay...in my good graces! Good payments Fuckin’ my bitch for free… Nah, nigga, look for the upsale Bill Cosby, pills probably The work I put in (pudding) to fuck? Well, it’s insane Padded wall thinking, you puttin’ me into what cell? Lookin’ for work, out your mind, put a bullet in (bulletin) - what help? That’s kinda crazy in that case, sing And that case get put in this nutshell You actin’ dumb? Well...on point lyin’, only if it’s a dunce cap Get a round on your head Leavin’ this world (whirl), spinnin’, it’s just that The Cal’ lickin’ - how fittin’ Wiggin’, diggin’, then plug that And what’s what? Good grade of hair Nigga, you aware (wear) that this is that rough patch! Up shit’s creek without a paddle, while it’s crawlin’ with critters Denial (the Nile) levied (levee) against him in his current situation Boy might be a fisher Water you deposited, and that’s cold When will I see the shivers!? When everybody knows he’s runnin’ his mouth en route to...cry me a river! He dates a whitey - this nigga Uncool and as fake as time was She do that not only to powder her nose, but it’s for your blow when she break her lines up So when she go to put her face on, K knows that it ain’t surprise ya Paint the skies up ‘Cause medics to show up since it already takes her time up MAC pow to the face In this case - (*chk-chk*) - it’ll literally make his mind up The fakest style, just...nothin’ real ‘bout family online Just...you probably got real catfish parents Discounted, nigga - plain (plane) to see (sea) Bbbbrrrrr...how did that get clearance? Here is the Filipino wordsmith Only Earth purpose is to rap flip lyrics Yeah, no lying, it’s a curse if (cursive) you ain’t get the word is… Nigga, if the cap fits, (s)wear it Time [Round 1: Emerson Kennedy] QP the houseguest type Never been about that life I saw shit goin’ down, right? Soon as they booked the Southwest flight Don’t let your mouth get right Your chick? Don’t send for her My opponents had been slaughtered, so what’s wit’ this shrimp order? I been applyin’ for the Giants Don’t get your friend tore up How you permanently gettin’ badder (batter), but still got this...temp aura (tempura)? Been swore in, bent corners I took risks to meet the mark I started wit’ a ki’...now I don’t need a key to start The electric engine, eclectic vision All my goals got metrics in ‘em My faher cold, neglectin’ visits, so it molded his death and distance If I kill QP, why don’t you corner him in Heaven And tell him his son said his absence was stronger than his presence? I’m a monster wit’ a message Wit’ blessings alight schemes The right means to fight fiends, you gon’ replay tonight’s scenes Nightmares of barrels blastin’, QP, it ain’t a pipe dream It’s not your finest hour You trappin’ to the highest power? Gettin’ it coming overseas? I doubt you lying, coward Snow angel: got you lyin’ about flying in the powder Fuck the doubters - this a test I disinfect, this bitch a pest I offered JB to pay half just so you could get the wreck I’m Donald Trump leavin’ Ivana: you could say we split the check (Czech) This the West, I’m huntin’ still Your royal team get hunt and killed You’ll go from bein’ in the Kings’ guard...to seein’ if your Buddy healed (Hield) I been runnin’ in muddy fields You been tellin’ silly fables QP, this what really made you This ain’t a...easy kill they gave you They hit us on a Wednesday...probably still ain’t paid you I said, you could go by the weekend (Weeknd) if you think you really able (Abel) ‘Nother corpse to fill my stable, and this is what you got for me? These Empire-watchin’ niggas? That network is not for me Those politics a mockery, and maybe it’s the ‘Pac in me But ask Michael J….just how shaky Fox could be Nigga, this my property - you ain’t walkin’ me out I probably doubt the fact you chalkin’ me out You’ll get knocked ‘cause you not gon’ be knockin’ me out I studied my poise and (poison) talks: I...call a G (toxicology) out This is what E about… These are gems I am givin’ you Recognize what you listenin’ to ‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle? It’s on you, my G [Round 2: QP] I say, what’s a trust fall? Nigga, a trust fall is...can you catch yourself? No Like will I join in the high school hall of fame, get all the stain, and hang myself from the rafters? Hell no So if you on the edge, which means the ledge People goin’ through depression sell souls So upliftin’ words? Fat chance Did that expression help? No ‘Cause when someone say you’re puttin’ on - wait (weight) - he just said that ya let yourself go I’ll let a shell go, ammunition: that’s a must-get (musket) Woo! I’m breakin’ it down You half-eyein’ me crooked, that full metal jacket will straighten him out Seven in the clip, one in the head, meaning only eight is allowed Easy as pie (pi) - the reasoning why? ‘Cause he’s in my radius now So if he die, am I the (diameter) reason? Well, I’ve been spacin’ it out Walkin’ my perimeter, and just ended up...nigga, makin’ my rounds! Talkin’ the most basic of loud - it ain’t medical That surely ain’t for health I kinda laughed at his reggie, like when Eddie Murphy played hisself Mm-hmm? Mm-hmm? Besides that home-grown, which I long known that he fuckin’ made himself He’ll spend a day in Hell, tryin’ to stress and figure out which hybrid this hybrid seeds… You’ll purely strain yourself Nigga, the range is selfish 2020, I’m seein’ a few clear I’ve been out a while now for cryin’ out loud It’s nice to be in a new tier (tear)! I say, the resolution is the weapon shootin’ If you drinkin’, the proof’s clear Problem solved - if you drop the ball, just let me help you ring in the new year! ...And you queer! Emerson Kennedy, women and men agree...you the girliest man Talk about the toy lit (toilet) Boy, shit! You’d enjoy pissin’, gettin’ swirlied again Walkin’ around wit’ the caveman’s span - willpower (wheel power)...the earliest plan Tryna smooth things out, while you circle the land ‘Caine enabled the brother...you’ll discover...that that’s the service again Blood required...love, desire...plus demise and the birth of a lamb! Can’t enjoy the fruits of your labors during the squeeze Jesus, you know how much this shit worth in the can? Brother get jealous, what are you tryin’ to tell us? That the church breed the damned! Out here tryna rap like Eminem mimickin’...nerdy as Stan! Throwin’ mud in its earliest stage...as early as sand! So don’t talk about doin’ dirt wit’ this nigga...or tryin’ to make a scurry to plan ‘Cause if he hear about you doin’ somethin’ sick or ill, he gon’ try not dirty his hands! ...Time [Round 2: Emerson Kennedy] Every battle feel like my final one… It’s not ‘cause I’m tryin’ to run Just I fell out of love wit’ rap...felt like my time has come And it’s not ‘cause the violence won...it’s more ‘cause where I find the S.O.N Lower bracket contrasted to where your rise begun Your sob story kinda tore me For you, I’m tryna carve a new one Without downplayin’ what you’ve done, or hatin’ on your crew run But how do I give you a classic and bring you to a new rung When we both know the best QP you’ve been five years removed from? What lately have you done? Couple funny new schemes? This little funny routine got you rappin’ as long as the money still green? I’m as mad gettin’ you now while I’m huntin’ new things As I would’ve been gettin’ excited for you back in 2015, nigga So these vets seemin’ godly? Empty threats he embodies Rap was s’posed to be your ticket, but I guess QP is sloppy I don’t show my side hustle, I’m not just wrestlin’ with zombies I’m runnin’ for the mayor while y’all just see (Jussie) the body Don’t suggest recent homis, I’m different from those persons You spittin’ those old verses, I’m ditch-diggin’ for yo’ service Cops tryin’ to track my shoe marks, news said it was so worthless Tryin’ to find me and them cells, how I left them soul-searchin’ So perfect...goals workin’ All your life, been tryin’ to scheme Which kinda means you kinda mean, just not as keen what I have seen I’ve lost way too many niggas, I’m tryna build a time machine My heart turned to blackened rock: it’s not a Jumanji scene And you come from honest means Now you a novice wit’ the drugs, no spot from decent plugs That’s why yo’ spot won’t even budge You’re Predator to my prey, That means I’m Arnold wit’ the snub So when I’m coverin’ my face, you know I got it out the mud This a dub, I need a thousand, to keep lessons compounding Or I’ll throw down on purpose: it’s intentional grounding These ain’t conventional rounds, man So save me the vet speech Don’t “let’s speak” on chest beats! Your heart don’t match, it’s just weak I tell him, “Don’t take a breath...or we’ll see if the dead speak.” Soon as he...exhale, coroner have to spread sheets And the funeral is next week… Ain’t no chance he makes it Forgive that spreadsheet line - it was just a blanket statement And you ain’t Michael Jackson, baby You just fake it-fake it QP, I ain’t gon’ exchange shots with you On the West, we play make it-take it Nigga, the goals I set we chasin’ These are gems that I’m givin’ you Recognize what you listenin’ to ‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle? [Round 3: QP] I say, yo...sir You a creep, a John, a peeping Tom - fuck it, every one combined A pedophile, protect your child Public records...everyone could find On the contract, when you get contact, you see that shit directly underlined A real weirdo when he’s near hoes If...maybe if Leslie wasn’t shy, he wouldn’t become the guy stalkin’ these hoes Knee to toe, even though it’s best to hug the thighs Plus besides, off the rip, if it snags and shit, here’s a fashion tip: that’s somethin’ you shouldn’t run behind Now that’s...crazy If your woman’s fine, I’ll do a scaled attack on her and have my...way wit’ you After she make my burger, King, theme music I’ll have my way with you Usher in a new era Confession: I’ll have My Way with you Wicked, which (witch) means listen, explicit Which means I’ll have my way Wit’ you...actin’ like a Kings, then (Kingston) I gotta capitalize I got ya makin’ (Jamaican) moves Gettin’ bucks per clip - what’s this? Nigga, that’s pay-per-view! And you gotta look at it from a lady’s view If a bitch never seen a job well done, what does the bitch rarely find? Bloody mistake, cuttin’ the plate...such a drip, steady knife Blowjobs out of the water The mouth of your daughter, she suck dick every time I blow it out of proportion, and of course when she doesn’t...get every line Even wit’ no crowd reaction, the way we stackin’, nigga, the chips gettin’ high She’s interested - why? Heh...sorta like magic ‘cause that’s when the bitch does the trick every time Nigga, what’s good? And for them dead presidents, I’mma truck you, cashin’ wit’ the piece Decapitate ya...crack the safe to… Rent-A-Cops? I’m snappin’ in the least Go ‘head and carry on No - heads in carry-ons Actually what you see...is eight heads in a duffel bag Must been had that that nigga practice what he preach! I said, Emerson Kennedy, Emerson Kennedy Did your parents think it through? That’s lame Never trust a brother wit’ the government there to meet wit’ two last names Yeah...yeah, the guy who doesn’t break the Kit-Kat down individually is tearin’ through that slang For how he didn’t break the bar down How bizarre how...he ain’t have a clue that’s strange Then what happens? I’m swimmin’ in coin into the point where I’m Ebeneezer Scrooge - that’s change He likes to read my escorts’ books start to finish, so when he gets to the end and he’s like, “There’s the new backpage” And you’re more like Mr. Deeds if you look indeed, ‘cause, nigga, clearly you half-made (maid) Then what happens? Leave him down in slow-motion - oh, you ain’t heard the new Max Payne! Nigga, time [Round 3: Emerson Kennedy] I’ve been tryin’ to find where your fire went… ‘Cause I damn sure witnessed the rise of it Your unrivaled wit unraveled, which spiraled quick to lighter shit This current design in all your rhymin’ feel like ramen in your diet shit These quick meals you pitch deal ain’t headlining flyer shit Those deadlines expire quick Now you’re headlinin’ Chrysler whips How you homeless, nigga? I honed this inner G (energy) like Iron Fist You intervene? I line your shit The bigotry I’m fightin’ wit’ Prove White Men Can’t Jump me: Sidney Dean, the visor flip How they place me wit’ Woody Harrelson, when this specific flick is destiny? ‘Cause even if your hook shot land, only gon’ place your chick in jeopardy Your faith a distant memory There’s lessons on rewinds Revealed cracks in your attacks via “presence” and deep lines Only a blessing to weak minds Now you messin’ wit’ me time ‘Cause shooting stars can’t keep shining taking legends on decline So this a uphill battle, one I knew I couldn’t win ‘Cause I’ll never get to battle that QP you should’ve been Reminder of what shoulda been, when you was bold wit’ the pencil And you right - you are my biggest fear...and that’s bein’ old wit’ potential Ain’t walk that road you was meant to, and the plans you made was foul Lack of evolution led to this antiquated style Now it’s easily replicated - don’t have plans to change it now ‘Cause the reason he never made it’s why demand’s erasin’ now You lack the classic spark The raps that had your massive start Only made you yesterday’s GOAT in today’s Jurassic Park When fans, in violent rages, decide who shine in stages They say everyone’s getting hotter, but I decline to find the faces Fuck the ladder to success if every time I climb, it (climate) changes These are miracles I am givin’ you Recognize what you listenin’ to ‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle? Time