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Tytuł: Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)

  • Wykonawca: Jay-Z
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[talking]
  So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home
  Ya understand? Once you memorize a sentence
  It's like an exercise [echoes]
  
  [heavy breathing]
  
  [talking]
  Ya niggas can't be serious right now
  I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers
  I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now
  Best flow, Most consistent, Realest stories
  Most charisma, I set the most trends
  And my interviews are hotter
  Holla
  
  I jog in the graveyard
  Spar in the same ring
  Now it's house by the building
  Where Malcolm X was slain
  I spring train in the winter
  Round early December
  Run suicide drills over and over
  With the weight of the world on my shoulder
  That's why they call me "Hova"
  I'm far from being God
  But I work goddamn hard
  I wake up the birds who in the nerves is sleep
  I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
  I am "focused man"
  And I'm not afraid of death
  And I'm going all out
  I circle the vultures in a van and
  I run the block (run)
  Pull up in a drop (pull up)
  Push up on my money (push up)
  I'm in great shape dunny
  I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets
  Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch
  I pump and rock sweats
  All white trainers
  The ghettoes, Billy Blanks
  I show you niggas what pain is
  Maintain your stamina
  Hov will damage ya
  Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs
  The fifth
  A dead lift if
  Niggas don't want to get shot then y'all niggas better squat
  I drop your set for rep
  No need to hit the showers
  The spit from the fifth leave you wet
  Lyrical exercise
  [hard breathing]
  Y'all niggas ain't tired right?
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  One, One
  Two, Two
  Three, Three
  Four, Breathe Easy
  
  Suckers
  Get your weight up
  Not your hate up
  Jigga man is diesel
  When I lift the eight up
  Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy
  Your flow is brain on drugs
  Mines is rap on steroids
  I lift every voice when I sing
  My ability
  Make yours look like an exercise in futility
  Bring your squad
  Biceps, Triceps, and Quads
  We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles
  Y'all ain't real
  That's y'all Achilles Heel
  Same routine when you see me you know the drill
  I spot ya
  I lift the weight of the watch off your arm
  Remain nice and calm
  Put down your things
  Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring
  No matter how many pounds you bring
  It sounds like the same old thing
  R-O-C is the strongest team
  
  [Chorus 4X]