Fresh Air
๐ต 1843 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:27 duration
๐ ID: 22625059
๐ Lyrics
There's fresh air
(Statik Selektah)
Fresh air
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you some hard shit
Right? Huh
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Now I'm landing in pocket over guitar riffs
And various of the sounds that knock and make your car drift
No trophies for the real, just hardship
Large flips, rental car trips
Pretty little copperheads laying in the cartridge
Left them flatter than a starfish, no Vaseline, straight raw shit
Coke boils in pot, the spoon black, let the oils get hot
It's boom bap, you must have forgot
Stuff it, runs into a cone, lit my jail by the cops
It wasn't no keys, I picked the locks
There's not one MC you need to lock
Trade a verse, does nothing for me, can't even swap
I stay to myself and say my prayers a lot
Birds of a feather moving pairs on the flock
Fresh air is what I sell, playboy, you could tell by the streams
Doing everything I did in my dreams
The truest fabric while rappers fabricated
Never living a thing, they sold it
Guess it is what it seems, right?
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Huh, (let me hear that, Statik) right?
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Huh, right?
Look, lose weight, we drop on the same day
My rate gets higher once my name is on the flyer
I could walk into the spot and feel hate
I never needed no blog writer to recognize I was great
Me and Statik connect like the RZA and Rae, Corrupt and Dre
He drink straight, I smoke on a J
I don't speak on politicians, all I need is the pay
A beat from Statik and checks on the way, right?
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Huh, right?
Fresh air
(Statik Selektah)
Fresh air
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you some hard shit
Right? Huh
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Now I'm landing in pocket over guitar riffs
And various of the sounds that knock and make your car drift
No trophies for the real, just hardship
Large flips, rental car trips
Pretty little copperheads laying in the cartridge
Left them flatter than a starfish, no Vaseline, straight raw shit
Coke boils in pot, the spoon black, let the oils get hot
It's boom bap, you must have forgot
Stuff it, runs into a cone, lit my jail by the cops
It wasn't no keys, I picked the locks
There's not one MC you need to lock
Trade a verse, does nothing for me, can't even swap
I stay to myself and say my prayers a lot
Birds of a feather moving pairs on the flock
Fresh air is what I sell, playboy, you could tell by the streams
Doing everything I did in my dreams
The truest fabric while rappers fabricated
Never living a thing, they sold it
Guess it is what it seems, right?
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Huh, (let me hear that, Statik) right?
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Huh, right?
Look, lose weight, we drop on the same day
My rate gets higher once my name is on the flyer
I could walk into the spot and feel hate
I never needed no blog writer to recognize I was great
Me and Statik connect like the RZA and Rae, Corrupt and Dre
He drink straight, I smoke on a J
I don't speak on politicians, all I need is the pay
A beat from Statik and checks on the way, right?
It's music to your ears when the God spit
Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
Huh, right?
Fresh air
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.86] There's fresh air
[00:06.06] (Statik Selektah)
[00:07.04] Fresh air
[00:09.05] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[00:11.50] Me and Statik connect to bring you some hard shit
[00:15.29] Right? Huh
[00:20.54] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[00:23.20] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[00:26.54] Now I'm landing in pocket over guitar riffs
[00:28.99] And various of the sounds that knock and make your car drift
[00:32.12] No trophies for the real, just hardship
[00:34.56] Large flips, rental car trips
[00:36.56] Pretty little copperheads laying in the cartridge
[00:39.27] Left them flatter than a starfish, no Vaseline, straight raw shit
[00:43.32] Coke boils in pot, the spoon black, let the oils get hot
[00:46.95] It's boom bap, you must have forgot
[00:49.33] Stuff it, runs into a cone, lit my jail by the cops
[00:52.22] It wasn't no keys, I picked the locks
[00:54.65] There's not one MC you need to lock
[00:57.31] Trade a verse, does nothing for me, can't even swap
[00:59.91] I stay to myself and say my prayers a lot
[01:02.82] Birds of a feather moving pairs on the flock
[01:05.13] Fresh air is what I sell, playboy, you could tell by the streams
[01:08.54] Doing everything I did in my dreams
[01:10.49] The truest fabric while rappers fabricated
[01:12.98] Never living a thing, they sold it
[01:14.97] Guess it is what it seems, right?
[01:17.45] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[01:20.40] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[01:24.33] Huh, (let me hear that, Statik) right?
[01:28.85] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[01:31.77] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[01:35.89] Huh, right?
[01:39.88] Look, lose weight, we drop on the same day
[01:42.81] My rate gets higher once my name is on the flyer
[01:45.80] I could walk into the spot and feel hate
[01:47.87] I never needed no blog writer to recognize I was great
[01:51.35] Me and Statik connect like the RZA and Rae, Corrupt and Dre
[01:55.30] He drink straight, I smoke on a J
[01:57.20] I don't speak on politicians, all I need is the pay
[01:59.73] A beat from Statik and checks on the way, right?
[02:03.20] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[02:05.86] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[02:10.60] Huh, right?
[02:11.82]
[02:23.97] Fresh air
[02:26.30]
[00:06.06] (Statik Selektah)
[00:07.04] Fresh air
[00:09.05] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[00:11.50] Me and Statik connect to bring you some hard shit
[00:15.29] Right? Huh
[00:20.54] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[00:23.20] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[00:26.54] Now I'm landing in pocket over guitar riffs
[00:28.99] And various of the sounds that knock and make your car drift
[00:32.12] No trophies for the real, just hardship
[00:34.56] Large flips, rental car trips
[00:36.56] Pretty little copperheads laying in the cartridge
[00:39.27] Left them flatter than a starfish, no Vaseline, straight raw shit
[00:43.32] Coke boils in pot, the spoon black, let the oils get hot
[00:46.95] It's boom bap, you must have forgot
[00:49.33] Stuff it, runs into a cone, lit my jail by the cops
[00:52.22] It wasn't no keys, I picked the locks
[00:54.65] There's not one MC you need to lock
[00:57.31] Trade a verse, does nothing for me, can't even swap
[00:59.91] I stay to myself and say my prayers a lot
[01:02.82] Birds of a feather moving pairs on the flock
[01:05.13] Fresh air is what I sell, playboy, you could tell by the streams
[01:08.54] Doing everything I did in my dreams
[01:10.49] The truest fabric while rappers fabricated
[01:12.98] Never living a thing, they sold it
[01:14.97] Guess it is what it seems, right?
[01:17.45] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[01:20.40] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[01:24.33] Huh, (let me hear that, Statik) right?
[01:28.85] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[01:31.77] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[01:35.89] Huh, right?
[01:39.88] Look, lose weight, we drop on the same day
[01:42.81] My rate gets higher once my name is on the flyer
[01:45.80] I could walk into the spot and feel hate
[01:47.87] I never needed no blog writer to recognize I was great
[01:51.35] Me and Statik connect like the RZA and Rae, Corrupt and Dre
[01:55.30] He drink straight, I smoke on a J
[01:57.20] I don't speak on politicians, all I need is the pay
[01:59.73] A beat from Statik and checks on the way, right?
[02:03.20] It's music to your ears when the God spit
[02:05.86] Me and Statik connect to bring you this hard shit
[02:10.60] Huh, right?
[02:11.82]
[02:23.97] Fresh air
[02:26.30]