Riddims 2.0
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My thoughts are misread Riddims in my head. This is my life, this is what I do, yeah Been did this shit since I was a little dude, aha Jogging home, stacking lyrics in the zone and evoke it; spit it! 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 (solar eclipse) I'm in the zone on that gone shit My own shit like, “man, I own this!” Don't let the pretty face fool ya, Cause in the midst of a second I might flip the script. Good sign of disrespecting 'em Gave the chit-chatting or whatever the fuck happened Then put it in my rapping, yeah! I came here to get it cracking, make you pop the... e Drunk swerving in the fast lane sipping Bourbon. Up ... it just ain't working Searching for the perfect drug, .. the surface And everything's a rap to me You all prospecting 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! e 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 foe in that thing, just ask my nigga Doe! I'm good to go, green light, pedal to the floor You got the green lit ... to the store Say what? Solo Say what? Solo Say what? Solo Say what? Solo You don't know my story, All you know is what you might've heard My daddy did the break dance and moved us to the burg. 1997 til 2004, yeah Right before the house were closed Donna twerking with the wrist, Was putting clothes on us like a mannequin, exotic! My bitch just copped the.... .. in the 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 six cell phones Creeping on you like ... with the bells on A booky nigga I cannot be If I die then do not grieve, the keys can unlock me Are you a traitor like ...? 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! Yes! My thoughts are misread Riddims in my head. Thanks to iulia for correcting these lyrics
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