Lyrical Exercise Songtext
von JAY‐Z
Lyrical Exercise Songtext
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
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
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
I keep jacks jumping 36 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 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?
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
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
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
You understand? 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
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
I keep jacks jumping 36 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 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?
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
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
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
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Stanley Marvin Clarke, August Moon, Ray Gomez, Michael David Garson, Tyrone Thomas, Jerry Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com