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