Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Riddims 2.0, artist - Jesse MedinaDate of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Riddims 2.0 |
| My thoughts are |
| Riddims in my head |
| This is my life, this is what I do |
| Been did this shit since I was a little dude |
| Jogging home, stacking lyrics in the zone and evoke it; |
| spittle |
| Sharp as a sickle like they ain’t know it |
| These riddims in my head got me composing in 3D |
| Knee-deep, spit feces |
| Shooting the shit, overdeveloped and over the script |
| Half of these rappers they leave in the back |
| Go over their head like a solar eclipse |
| I’m in the zone on that gone shit |
| My own shit like when I own this |
| Don’t let the pretty face fool ya |
| Cause in the mist of a second I might flip the script |
| Flipside and disrespect 'em |
| or whatever the fuck happened |
| Then put it in my rapping |
| I came here to get it cracking, make you pop a sherm |
| Drunk swerving in the fast lane sipping Bourbon |
| it just ain’t working |
| Searching for the perfect drug, surface |
| And everything’s a rap to me |
| You all prospects in this, no one’s exempt from me |
| My mama didn’t raise no dummy |
| I’m laughing in my head, but ain’t shit funny |
| And you can’t take shit from me |
| I used to try to make sense, now I make money |
| I’m sick, sorry, my nose runny |
| The riddims in my head is arithmetic to teach a dummy |
| I had to dumb it down a thousand and that ain’t for me |
| I’d rather climb the highest mountain 'til my lungs collapse |
| From the altitude, but they’ll remember who I was |
| I keep drying the rain where it ain’t sunny |
| And I’mma make 'em pay a fortune for these Carson tales |
| Like how we dodged the Carson sheriff everywhere we dwelled |
| I wasn’t selling, but I was with the felons that were |
| I’d never mention their names and that’s how you get murked |
| I’ll tell you simple and plain I flip the switch on my brain |
| And put my twist on the game and now I’m spending dough |
| You know I’m going insane, I blow an O to the face |
| Then drop a fo' in that thing, just ask my nigga Do |
| I’m good to go, green light, pedal to the floor |
| Got the green lit, finna go back to the stove |
| Say what? |
| Soulo -- Say what? |
| Soulo |
| Say what? |
| Soulo -- Say what? |
| Soul |
| You don’t know my story, all you know is what you might’ve heard |
| My daddy did the break dance and moved uus to the 'burbs |
| 1997 'til 2004, Right before the house were closed |
| Donna twerking with the wrist, was putting clothes on us like a mannequin |
| An exotic little bitch just copped a |
| Tonic water mixed with the Vodka water |
| Seen it like a on the ass and strip |
| There’s virgin blood in the tub, take a bath in it, bitch |
| I ask and you shall receive, they call me 6 cellphones |
| Creeping on you like Yao Ming with the bells on |
| A booky nigga I can not be |
| If I die then do not grieve, the keys can unlock me |
| Aye, you a traitor like Sasuke |
| I flip a bitch like a switchblade, games we do not play |
| And see you carve me on my off-day |
| If I catch a nigga in the walkway, leave a nigga in chalk chained |