Sir Michael Rocks - Riddims 2.0 lyrics

[Hook] My thoughts are [?] Riddims in my head [Verse 1] This is my life, this is what I do Been did this sh** 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 sh**, 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 sh** My own sh** 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 f** 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 sh** funny [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] And you can't take sh** 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 n***a 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 [Verse 3] 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 t**ng with the wrist, was putting clothes on us like a mannequin An exotic little b**h just copped a [?] Tonic water mixed with the Vodka water Seen it like a [?] on the a** and strip There's virgin blood in the tub, take a bath in it, b**h I ask and you shall receive, they call me 6 cellphones Creeping on you like Yao Ming with the bells on A booky n***a 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 b**h like a switchblade, games we do not play And see you carve me on my off-day If I catch a n***a in the walkway, leave a n***a in chalk chained [Hook]