"Conscious Effort Freestyle" - Big K.R.I.T. [SoundCloud Audio + Lyrics + Free Download] | Zumic

Mississippi MC Big K.R.I.T.'s "Week of K.R.I.T." continues today with "Conscious Effort Freestyle," a no-hook affair that has him training his sights on haters and rivals. Stream and download the track above, and scroll down for the lyrics.

Like yesterday's "Week of K.R.I.T." track, the Rick Ross-assisted "New Agenda," "Conscious Effort Freestyle" also packs in an OutKast-related lyric ("Now what makes you think your shit don't stank?") that serves to further emphasize K.R.I.T.'s devotion to the South. Elsewhere, "Young Krizzle" compares himself to Zeus, Thor and Caesar, and bets us that Tom Hanks' Captain Phillips "couldn't sail where [he] floats."

Revisit "New Agenda," check out the lyrics to "Conscious Effort Freestyle" below, and head over to Big K.R.I.T.'s Zumic artist page for more of his music, videos and news.

Big K.R.I.T. "Conscious Effort Freestyle" lyrics:

It's your boy Big K.R.I.T.
Young Krizzle
Cadillactica comin' soon
I'm two steps, four ties
And one flight ahead of these niggas, shawty
Mississippi, what's happenin'
Ley go

Early light the mornin,' yawnin'
Wipe the crust from my third eye
To peep the true intentions above us
Flock and chirp like they love us
But pull their talons in public
Scratch you out like the lotto
These niggas hoes for the duckets
I swear, 'cause money make niggas change
Like dollar bills
Seen it once or twice, nigga blot your life
That shit for real
Brutus came through twice and he murked down Caesar
After all them years
Now what make you think that your shit don't stank
And you won't get killed
'Cause always someone ride and rollin' their eyes
At the fact that I'm king and I'm so modest
About my rivalries from
Other kingdoms, it's such an oddity that
Bein' humble can be a sign of weakness
When they know and I know that
I'll body them, so
Why waste the cavalry, no need for casualties
When niggas know that their time is up
Like what the fuck they rhymin' for
What these labels signin' for
It's hard to find it comical
'Cause this ain't Saturday Night Live
No ad-libs, no high-fives
Just chess moves
I wreck that shit never pet that shit
Bitch, I dare you
I'm my only competition
There's no one else to compare to
Unless it's Zeus or Thor
Or a mystical creature that only eat beats
And MCs, so feed me more
I wonder if all this hard work really gon' pay up
By layin' up in a villa with broads
That's dyin' for me to slay 'em
Not even trippin' on flaws, right
'Cause they can draw light to them haters
Could let a nigga tell that them niggas jealous
Comment on my flavors
Favors, shit I don't do them hoes lately
Big front yard, big back yard
Have to send smoke signals to my neighbors
Got a driveway 'round my way
You a quarterback throwin' papers
I ain't worried 'bout no jack boy
These white folks pullin' capers
Round where I stay
And I bet they think I'm a dope boy
'Cause I walk that way and talk that way
To them folks, boy
Sit my rims on the curb
Captain Phillips couldn't sail where I float, boy
Was a hustler at birth, I could sell it
To clean some soap, boy
Been a while since I felt like talkin' that shit
Overconfident common sense comedy that we get
Honesty's a commodity, similes ain't my shit
I could say it's poppin' for sure
You probably think I'm fryin' fish
Maybe I was ho
'Cause droppin' a boombox in your bathtub
Is the only way you could buzz more
And yeah that's cutthroat
But I'll slice a nigga, cut a chicken
Ain't my shit if it ain't wrecked it
Must be yours if it was stepped - on
Your bitch a freak, fucked her to sleep
And that was the last time I was slept on

Shit, I woke up and fucked her again
So she ain't sleep long
Nigga
Young Krizzle