Krazy Attitude - Lyrical Exercise Lyrics

      

Lyrical Exercise
by Krazy Attitude

My venomous flow will leave you in a coma
Devour Emcees then gain power like Noma
The feeling of trepidation is creeping up on ya
Now face fatality by the blade, with no Sonya
Cold world, so curl up in ya safe house
I chase the vision while half of these niggas chase clout
My mind state raising like the crime rate
Chasing cold rhymes, wait, this is just for the old time sake
I spit ridiculous, sicker than any syphilis
You can’t resist the shit that I kick it’s not a predicament
This is just a lyrical exercise
Y’all niggas can’t come near it so step aside
Unless you wanna get humiliated
I’m bout hit the stage now, dissed the crowd, just to make you niggas really hate it
My flows be tight I slowly might
Become the best MC to ever hold these mics
When I perform in this generation
Looking back at my old shit, I really improved from my beginner stages
But then again I’m facing, a lot of back lash
From the dark shit in my past, when all my raps had
Exaggerated violent lyrics of death
Marshall Mathers did it but y’all claim that he the best
What the fuck, this shit is getting outta hand
How y’all ride Marshall’s dick like a damn Stan
But yo when Eminem started to get fame he had props
Cause his rhymes be more twisted than Jamie Madrox
I respect it at the end of the day
I’m crushing any Sucka Emcee who been in the way
It’s the K R A Z Y dash attitude
And my rhymes more funky than a bum in the afternoon
I was known to be a master goon
But pass the tool, because pretty soon, I’ma have to prove
That I’m still a MC Assassinator
Shawty want a rough neck, so yeah my image will fascinate her
Slap a hater for thinking that he was iller than me
My rap style is cirrhosis but still in the streets
Doing well, people thought that I was gonna fail
Those who think like that can go to hell
Cause I’m never gonna flop, and I never wanna stop
And I get around, y’all niggas know that I run the block
Brothers be running up on me saying you’re the best
I just be digging in the crates like Lord Finesse
Studying compounds cause I’m on a mission
To become the brand new funky technician
I know I still got a lot to learn
Brothers saying they finna take my spot but I’m not concerned
They definitely gon need a army though
But they still won’t get a chance to harm me so
I just kick back, relax and groove to a break beat
And don’t give a damn about the suckers who hate me
Cause they gon be wishing they was in my shoes
Once they see my tracks is getting lit over ITunes
My rap style revolves around Nostalgia
I illustrate lyrics for days so you can visualize
What I rhyme about, this is yo time to out rhyme
Everybody on the grind, no doubt