Practice
• Written by Mukrat
Mukrat's Notes
My first rap with thought put into it. It is unfinished but I was hoping for a few comments, so pleas do and thanks.
Goes with beat at 1:00.
Wreckage in lyrics I muster
Hit deck did yuh hear it's a gust sure
enough to break spirits of future
success So you fear it disputers
get to go home broken bones
Actually I'm prone to be kind Though
while spine in line your bodies still fine
A lost mind is an oddity of mine
I'm really trying hard to make an ass of myself
Can't think a better reward
No trophies but trash on my shelf
Seeing me with a crowbar's
like seeing pigeons in a pub
Drunk driving an a crash course
during a hurricane flood
An unwelcome disaster, where's my passport
I didn't tell em I can't turn a plane
Non the less I'm a master crafter
The game was blessed to change after I came
Now I know this ain't much
but words slurred, crammed and stirred
But how I bestow such a brain rush
is enough for the clap of hands I deserve
But I'm only joking for sure
Calling me a pro or king, wrong words
Just another lonely, sad phony amateur
Mukrat, that's a hell of a name
But a little luck that propels me today
I'll stay right here like a stain
Improvement being the only change
Bringing amusement into this thing
Cuz this is only practice so just
listen the fact is that I'm this ready to bust
I'm a step up and miraculous
If the doors open I won't just let it shut
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Mukrat
Member since September 18 2014