Room To Breathe

Lyrics

[Verse 1] This is all from the ground up Hands down, too fly to land now Stand up for those made to sit while You were playing patty cake with your wack friends I was on my basement floor perfecting my backspin I'm hip-hop from my locks to the balls of my feet When your record drops, watch it shatter in the streets You keep chattering your teeth like you're scared to speak up Last week your gums were flapping like they couldn't keep shut, look I'll crush your pride if it's on your shoulder You were never hot, each year you got colder Now you're frostbitten with soft writtens, I off kittens From [?] we snatch [?] every time the snare snaps You can't rap, that's reality Cadence [?], run some laps before you challenge me I'll stand alone, you can get the calvary I'll hold the throne and allow you and your crew to bow to me [Chorus] What'chu sayin' What'chu want We don't like people who front You easily could get done And we don't need to pull guns What'chu sayin' What'chu want We don't like people who front You easily could get done And we don't need to pull guns With a little bit of soul With a little dash of funk With a whole lot of skill Enough to make your speakers pump With a little bit of soul With a little dash of funk With a whole lot of skill Enough to make your speakers pump [Verse 2] Give me a little room to breathe, stop the tomfoolery If I lose the sleeves in bare arms in rare form Soon to be the greatest emcee you'll see in a thousand lifetimes 'cause I write rhymes fluently You're lost in the source, yo, this ain't new to me I'm a veteran better than most, leaving trails of ghosts but severing heads from coast to coast Brag and boast if you love embarrassment What's left of your life—cherish it 'cause I dismantle arrogance with a felt tip pen He's in the back of the club with guns again He's never alone, he's always with a group of friends I'm on some grown man, them hold hands with no clan On my own [?] so if it don't work, I know where the blame stand We both put on the same pants I just rock 'em different to shock 'em different [Chorus] What'chu sayin' What'chu want We don't like people who front You easily could get done And we don't need to pull guns What'chu sayin' What'chu want We don't like people who front You easily could get done And we don't need to pull guns With a little bit of soul With a little dash of funk With a whole lot of skill Enough to make your speakers pump With a little bit of soul With a little dash of funk With a whole lot of skill Enough to make your speakers pump