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125, Pt. 2 (Fresh Air) Lyrics

Wake up, wake up,
The verse is here,
Mailman hurry up
Ain't no food up in here
We live check to check, the projects steps is wet with p***
Elevator broke, come fix this s***
Missed your best kids, steal chips outta the corner store
Find stick, walk through the hood
With a 4 by 4,
Eviction letters on that door when that rent late
You riffing like joell was supposed to have set cake
We turn the johnny pump up until the wrench brake
It ain't safe you walk by and get the drenched face
Everyother month you sobbin at a friends weight
Writting candies in front of the building with Henn Straight
Chinese food is a gourmet meal that general toss chicken is always real
Elders call the cops cuz the hallways filled with weed smoke
So when we see dee-boo we peel
Deep throat is ill from a true bird
So like two thirds of the sign, we climb up to the roof, word
Devil heat is still alive
You can't park your car anywhere for them rims they'll steal your ride
Your whole vehicle gone, by the time you realize
Somebody flossing quite often at the other side of brooklyn
Raise your hand if you spent a night in the book and
Bet chu I see more arms than sadam and his muslims
It's cocaine cooking in the pot smell the fumes
The finished product got the tenants selling living rooms
Every time they cop, they signing a different tune
The crack got their brain boiling like a chicken stew
Take a hit or two
And watch you go from heavy set with a job
To out of work and invisible
That's a pitiful visual but this s*** is true
To be honest some of my fam on a mission too
We play lotto and hope that we hit our way out
I stopped chasing that dream my luck gave out
Don't be mad
UPS is hiring
Tried that,
After the first check came retirement
Back hurting my situation ain't that urgent
Felt like i got ran over by a black burnand
My situation ain't that urgent
Scenerious like that make me the rap urban magic johnson
I'm barry bonds when his bat working
Hit maker, mix tape of the year
Can everybody just take a deep breath
Yes,
I'm fresh air,
let hear all that nonscence
Hes kind of heavy, hes going to be hard to market
Plus hes latin, it's that or hes going to target
So i'm big, so is B.I.G, so is big pun
And you know, like i know, that chu know
That they both get dumb
So just stop it,
No more targeting everyone
Five foot mexicans, africans that southerone
I can even dated all the native americans
They can dance around my fire until the rain come
I knew it from day one,
It took ya'll
Two thousand, five hundred and fifty five days
To say i'm a great one
Seven years i been boothing and sheeding tears
Like i'm through with it, heard a track went back and ruined it
This music s*** made my first baby moms jet
We was broke i was working hard on my project
I tried to tell her this is our way out the project
If i don't go 100 Percent it won't be no progress
She looked at me like:
"Yeah Right You Jobless, Wanna rap, My Bags Is Packed, See you in August"
I had to eat that, she right we ain't had money
But the pampers was there and my son had a fat tummy
All I ask was a little smile support,
What i get?
Letters in the mail for child support
But it's cool, success is near i can taste it
Now you know all the time we argued was time wasted
I took the hip hop exam and i aced it
Matter of fact the board of rap didn't know how to grade it
I'm so left with it, effort-less-ly, ya'll be left on the shelf
If it was left up to me
Left ya'll a while ago
Made a left on the deal of B.Q.E. feel in the water and was left in the sea
Yeah
My flow liquid to much H2O in it
My system, i ain't drown, i became a wave and rolled with it
I make it hard for yall to swim on the track
After i rap, i be the current that be pushing you back
Giving me daps,
Like
Putting your hand up in a hot pot
Did chu not know that i'm fire like a pot spot
If this was hot scotch,
You would hop to the next box,
I hop to the next park and try to block shots on the ball court
I'm not open's element
Went to the zoo, i was three not for the elephant,
Just for the smell of it
I'ma different breed they should have built a cage
With a stage and had a Joell In it
My attitude is not celebet f*** YOU
I violate your whole album with a one two
When i was one two
I used to take on one two three n***** in battles and won too
About one two three years ago
I had a one two each single on rock as raw as that one two
I'm the kind of dude you compare no one too
Your engineers a boxer he got to punch you
I'm one take with it, they did it not me
Base the industry
It's how they got me
p***** off
Like a case of beer to face, great taste,
Less filling, i ain't filling ya'll taste
Dude your praise is weak
Seven days a week,
Same joint on the radio of coarse they going to say its heat
Ya'll use hipnoticism
Play the same beat,
Same rhyme all the time got they brains on repeat
Yall can hear me once and know that i am him
The second comming of nice,
I terrorize the pen, a***yze the gem's,
Disregard the Ice movement
I'm talking to jewels that i use when i write stupid
When i do it, they going to stay hating
Cuz ima be ontop of the game both feet on my play station
You could try to find a save heaven
But theres no where to run and hide from this undeniable vacation
Get out the car im the driver seat
The gas tank is full and the ride is sweet
The kind of rank you pull is the kind i eat
The only stripes yall earn with remain in your stomach
As the weight loss begins when your income plummets
Sending the news coverage, I will make dudes public
Extra, Extra: "Read all about it"
Another artist missing last seen on an outfit
Had to be desgined by some big name stylist
Any info please don't be affraid to dial this
718
Ya'll m*********** ain't f****** with me
Ima violate, i'd violate with the lights of fifty
You'se a enemy homie if you ain't riding with me
Friend of foe, answer the question or i'll decided it quickly
Fease your eyes on the rookie of the year
The uniform i wear will fit none of my peers
Jump -- all is near
GET READY!
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The Brick: Bodega Chronicles (2007)
125, Part 1 (The Bio) Brooklyn Remix Caught Up Night in My P's 125, Part 2 (Fresh Air) Hip Hop Modern Day Slavery 125, Part 3 (Connections) BQE Block Royal Latino Keep On Callin' Time Is Money Brooklyn Bullshit 125, Part 4 (Finale) 125, Pt. 1 (The Bio) Brooklyn Remix Caught Up Night In My P's 125, Pt. 2 (Fresh Air) Hip Hop Modern Day Slavery 125, Pt. 3 (Connections) BQE Block Royal Latino Keep On Callin' Time Is Money Brooklyn B******* 125, Pt. 4 (Finale)