Hopsin - Hard To Breathe lyrics

[Intro: Connor Jones] Ayo What it is? It's Connor Jones, baby Braidz, Loose Logic, Hopsin on the beat Let's Go! Yeah, B-raidz [Verse: Braidz] I'm that nearly invisible guy who is clear in design Got these dogs Sniffing For Lines but I'm Spliffin' to rhymes I'm Dope Brother, none 'ya crew got Criminal Minds So don't make me call the homies there's a Crim In All Mine We wouldn't pa** the drug tests but our physical's fine Kiss 'em goodnight this is Australia the original Criminal Mine Hop sent me this beat told me "k** it with the illest of guys" I thought Siege would be tight then got Loose Logic - like an idiot type Spirited I'm looking straight through the Pyramid's Eye You can call me "Space Shuttle" - It's my mission to fly To be the dude creating super saying's - Like Krillin just died And make 'em see the point like a pin to the eye Nickles & Dimes I Change up the style Braidz' like your girl - Ain't came in a while Funny, I went on a break for some time Though smoko' is over the flames have arrived! Now they're saying "Jesus Christ, he is nice" I swear between my Feet & Thighs that I Need this life That's why I'm Still Movin' - Shoutouts to Dizzy Wright Liam's Tighter than a Virgin's Chastity Belt With No Key Designed I know I talk alot but when I say I'm Peaking, right? This is the Umph That I Mean - Like Speed & Ice [Hook: Connor Jones] When life be holding us down and we're trapped under water If only we'd drown we'd be free of dis-order All the while we are lead to believe That we are all free (?) so hard to breathe [Verse: Loose Logic] Who wanna try me? Testing the god thinkin' you won't die You got a better chance getting a clean win in a bum fight Spar with a Spartan ain't smart and keep up with the flow, try And have you breathing hard like a hooker getting her throat piped The main archer that's gotcha' targeted then off ya' And i'll run away with the body just like a grave robber Cause I don't want nothing but winnin' at minimum hittin' em up an I'm grinning My venomous ways are intended to send 'em to heaven or whatever the f** you believe in Go against the grain and I could get 'cha, off of this good liquor Yeah… Go 'head and branch out in a wood chipper But when I waste you, you are not gon' rebuild Cause when I buckle down you just another notch on my belt Yeah there's people I could diss but im feeling like its all for not Cause Ya'll just a waste of time - like a pocket watch Got Braidz on the track, and ain't nobody murkin' that So it's all on - Like where Hairstylists' workin' at The three of us on a track I'm thinking you got shook When I throw my weight around - Like an Olympian shot-put' You living it cautious while you hoping I stay chill But the lines never stop - Like pouring coke on a treadmill [Hook: Connor Jones] When life be holding us down and we're trapped under water If only we'd drown we'd be free of dis-order All the while we are lead to believe That we are all free (?) so hard to breathe [Verse: Connor Jones] (?)