supply side

when it comes to demand thankful i'm on

the supply side,

when it comes to rhymin' i'm overqualified,

lovin' crazy bitches you could say a little

preoccupied, in full motion not much time

before i hit my stride,

 

determined minds intertwine rather than

collide, greatness gravitates to greatness

powerful forces allied, destructional actions

hitting enemies blindside, retro-active

+reminiscing not about to back slide..

 

hard to manage such potential kept forever hidden like it was freeze-dried. leaving yall

victimized like a raped woman with a cream filled inside, yall bitch asses supposed to

be grown men instead i decide, yall need to

grow a SET and not be so sissified,

 

i'm exterminating you fuckers as if yall

drinking pesticide, your authority what a

joke! l\similiar to a joyride, overturning what you said override, leaving weak emcees

tounge-tied. bitches please