Supply Side (feat. Precision )

 

Verse 1 ( Joe )

 

we strike with precision on any beat just listen

it's like an addiction switchin' to positions they can't get in

here's only a preview of what we do

and for them to do the same to this game is what there all wishin'

done completed the mission with an addition

of more tricks up my sleeve then veteran magicians

on the road to riches with clever ambition

asking forgiveness twice while i live this life though never been christian

i write with better description then a vivid visual image

surpassing the first verse matching original limits

based off individual critics with different points of view

you popo never rolling solo homos like the boys in blue

your annoyed with who? me; i should destroy you too

at an altitude passed clouds its true, i'll hand the joint to you

hit it and dont quit it we did it while most didn't

admit it our flows quickness in minutes can grow sickness.

 

Verse 2 ( precision )

 

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