Stay chiseled like a boxer,
wife beater, bye fila
Lou Ferrigno on the swaza,
n***a type steelo
Stay chiseled, check your paper,
n***a
Bring the bar to your chest,
then push it up
Harder than the rest, stay chiseled
Precisely cupped, sharp to fuck
You thought this was a game,
we came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, lay peoples
Know how to throw them things,
swift on them toes,
knockout blows, so stay chiseled
Ay yo Nas, I was telling them niggas on the
Ave the same shit the other day
Right, right
Kids gotta stay sharp
No doubt
Or stay chiseled
Chiseled, chiseled
Yo, performin' chest naked,
I'm lookin' sharp for the peoples
Not in my physical form, strong thoughts,
I'm cocked diesel
Rollin' with knowledge,
so flow with me
Intelligence benchin',
4 ,000 and 450, light a dumbbell
L, inhaled and hit a lunch bell,
ring sweatin'
Working up a appetite setting
Mental calisthenics got
my mind stretching
Then I release it
Have my whole frame bulging
under diamond pieces
Take the weight of the world on my shoulders
I hold it, so I consume most the pain
For my niggas I roll with
Cause see the streets ain't
no gold's gym, poppy
And if I feel it going down
then my niggas will spot me
Without the mind
the body weight
don't even mean nothing
Let's take three brothers
and put them in the bing of something
Who's gonna survive, the wise man,
the fool or the warrior
Well, if all of they minds
are chiseled,
then all of them stay chiseled
Like a box of white beater by Fila,
Lou Ferrigno on a Schwarzenegger
type steelo
Stay chiseled, check your paper, nigga
Bring the bar to your chest,
then push it up
Harder than the rest, stay chiseled
Precisely cupped, sharp the fuck
You thought this was a game,
we came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, lay peoples
Know how to throw them things,
swift on them toes
Knockout blows,
so stay I stay chiseled,
like Snoop Dogg for shizzle my nizzle
In them hardcore streets,
I'm a straight official
Six -packed, darn motivator,
throwin' the weight up
Kid tried to front,
so I showed him straight up
Had his whole clique flabbergasted
Where I was cuttin' him up,
one kid yelled out, grab the bastard
Tried to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty
Pulled out, served him all up
like a custody
Couldn't go out, highway, with a blowout
Like Frank, I did it my way, nigga, no doubt
Lost billionaire, and I'm still here
Writin' rhymes for the spear,
I do not feel fear
You heard, I'm the dude on
the porch with the herb
And I tell you right now,
K -Sauce is a word that
don't describe me
What y 'all know that's this lively
Barbecue too, nah it's right here beside me