Jay-Z – Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)

Download clean flac vinyl LP mp3 audio song by Jay Z and this music is titled “Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)”.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled ‘The Blueprint’ and other was released in the year 2001.

 

Listen up below! With the full lyrics.

 

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[Sample]

So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home

You understand? You know, once you memorize a sentence

It’s like an exercise

 

[Intro]

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

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 (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 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, y’all niggas ain’t tired right?

[Chorus]

One (and, and, and) one

Two (and, and, and) two

Three (and, and, and) three

(and) four, breathe easy…

One (and, and, and) one

Two (and, and, and) two

Three (and, and, and) three

(and) four, breathe easy…

One (and, and, and) one

Two (and, and, and) two

Three (and, and, and) three

(and) four, breathe easy…

One, two, three, four, breathe easy

 

[Verse 2]

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, fuckers

 

[Chorus]

One (and, and, and) one

Two (and, and, and) two

Three (and, and, and) three

(and) four, breathe easy…

One (and, and, and) one

Two (and, and, and) two

Three (and, and, and) three

(and) four, breathe easy…

One (and, and, and) one

Two (and, and, and) two

Three (and, and, and) three

(and) four, breathe easy…

One, two, three, four, breathe easy