Breathe Easy Lyrical Exercise Lyrics by Jay-Z

Breathe Easy Lyrical Exercise Lyrics

    [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]

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