Riddims 2.0 Jesse Medina (Ft. Ab-Soul, Anya Kvitka & Sir Michael Rocks)

[Hook]
My thoughts are [?]
Riddims in my head

[Verse 1]
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