Here Without Wheels

[Hook] Nothing compares to how real it feels To be here without a pair of round wheels, I’m serious You never done it, you'll wonder why I talk like it’s fun to go But trust me, my buddy, I tell you running is wonderful [Verse 1] 1,2 check, me and my two legs Not looking to do less What can I do to remove stress? I take a few steps to my drawers and sort for a pair of gym shorts Nikes, throw on a white tee, Old Spice de- Oderant, I go to get some shoes on to my feet Do a quick stair run to warm up my cardio Put a pad in my pocket then I gotta go, automo Biles don’t appeal, I’m an elitist for feet See me on the street, better yield to me Cause I’m a pedidestrian, reppin' 'em the best we can Twenty something miles, rolling like an empty Pepsi can Represent, long distance runners! If you got pasta in your kitchen cupboard Pregaming Poland Spring in the vicious summer When we reach our destination, this is uttered: [Hook] [Verse 2] When I hit the road, I do it literally repeatedly It’s like a boxing match and I’m bickering with the street Back off, asphalt! You’ll never have the victory I got my Asics on and you got nothing that can jig with me I’ll hit these streets till I’m six feet deep I’ll always love running like what Whitney sings Nature paths, train tracks, hit every terrain man! New Haven to New London, I’m covering the state map Right, left, right, left, right, left, right left My steps, hold the beat, hear the time in, my breath Lean, sinewy, I lean, into the Breeze, and I’m not listening to an mp3 I’m a boss of running; I go ‘cross the country And there’s no such thing as lost, I’m just free I’m endurance; I’m a speed hiker Of streets, light as can be, I’m a Roadrunner, no I’m not a bird But they tell me that I fly when they see me on the curb All the swerve in the world, but that’s a boggled word What I mean is when I’m jogging, I surprise you on the curve And you cross to the oncoming lane and you honk And you say I should not be endangering ya’ll But the pavement is ours, take this one, cars! I’m behind the white line: break it down hard! [Hook] [Verse 3] I don’t care how many streets your favorite rapper says he runs Does he do it with his legs? I bet he never does! Say I can’t step to him but he’s not even getting up So believe that when I come… you better run And I know that you all use slang when you talk But I know every dog by name on my block When your dog starts to bark, and you say “Heel Foo-Foo!” I wave to your place and say “Nice meeting you too” What’s with you fools wearing bottles on your waist? Aren’t those for people who do marathons or race? People who do more than a 3K jog a day? Ya’ll fake! I hope you dehydrate, fall and faint On the pavement, and everyone ignores you I do not support you like the Reeboks you wore through You gonna drive to the store? Are you really that soft? Take your feet off the gas and put em on the black top And start kicking it, kicking it, don’t think of quitting it Our shins weren’t given to be sitting for these distances You want to take what? I don’t know what a breather is! Keep sprinting, sprinting, sprinting, sprint no matter what the meterage 5 miles, never stop! 15 miles, never stop! 25 miles, never stop! 50 miles, never stop! Cause some people since the womb have never stretched their legs to move Just remember that whenever you step in your tennis shoes Some fellas are too heavy to even step the length you do Every tendon you excessively extend should be a blessing Just don’t let up! Wipe the sweat off! I can see you want a rest stop But guess what! If you schlep off then a run’s not what you went on That’s a run/walk, a blend of both, and though no one may ever know In the depths of your soul you definitely know it’s not commendable Don’t surrender to the chemicals, The pain you felt a sec ago Already left your legs and so you surely know the next will go Just never slow, don’t ever slow, don’t even stop to check your pulse You’re getting close, you can’t ever slow even if you get a OH! That’s a cramp! It’s in my calf Can someone get me some ice in a bag? [Break] [Verse 4] And as you exit your front door and start stretching your calves Warm up your kickbacks, you should remember this fact You’re not doing this for fitness; that just isn’t the plan You’re doing this for the wimps and cause you physically can Everyone else will want to sit in their Honda Civ And talk like 8 miles was a beast and you conquered it And it’s cool when you can look at their broadened optic lids And calmly quip, “You don’t even know what jogging is” I didn’t care to get the fame, or for the resume I got better things to chase, I did this cause when you say “Wow, you went pretty far!” I can say “Yeah, and I didn’t do it with a car” [Hook]