Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)

[Intro] So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home, you understand? So, and they'll do— you know Once you memorize a sentence, it's like an exercise Y'all niggas can't be serious right now I'm the all-time heavyweight 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 [Verse 1] I jog in the graveyard, spar in the same ring That was housed 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, so when the nerds asleep I'm catching my second wind the second the first one ends I am focused, man, and I'm not afraid of death 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 (Woo) I keep jacks jumping, thirty-six sets Like a personal trainer, I teach coke to stretch I pump in Roc sweats, all-white trainers The ghetto's 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 deadlift If niggas don't wanna 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 Y'all niggas ain't tired, right? [Chorus] One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, two, three, four Breathe easy [Verse 2] Suckers, get your weight up (Uh), 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 (Woo) 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, fuckers [Chorus] One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, two, three, four Breathe easy