Cryppa

Dumfux

Precise

Smashflow

Walk Up

You won't fully understand if you haven't seen Menace II Society.

Microwave

I might have a mouthful a BS (nope)  you'd absolutely understand if you were 
aware of my diet!

I can see right thru you, n as far as the rap game, you lame. I'm a guru.       You spit a few things on a track, but I LAPPED you, shit head.
Come n getcha doo-doo. N who knew? Besides me? 
That this studio shit would take off, like I be??????
I be me.
Catch me in the act n say, I'm
FLY-ing.
Axe the wifey, she'd be like,
Don't go, you stay inSIDE me. But it's, 
10 years later on some, KEEP THESE HATERS OFF ME type,
Triple-shot coffee, I'm,
Spinnin helicopter-like, I'm lightin up,
Till I'm feelin Sun-Tzu.
Now it's just, toothpaste, I'll brush until I break it down to
subgroups. 
So fuck you.
Whatchu gonna do?
Not a god damn.
Getcha cake first, I never hearda, 
Work 2nd, play 1st. 
only if it's hittin owna dubby, 30 bitches in my kitchen, it's nothing.
But the reason Why I Do This?
Cuz I'm the MF man Mix, I'm So Pryceliss…
My 2 kids bangin Precise shit, onna tablet, it's....nuuuuuhhhhnnnnnnn
Shout out SC.
Pointcher Glock, while I'm Rippin on my dab pen, LETTADUDE OOOOZE,
Out loud, I never pushed, poundS around, 
but if I'm winnin in the Heights, then I'll never lose,
DownTown, 3rd &, Houston, wasn't, into the music,
But IT's aBOUT NOW. I'm the dude you should, crowd around, you're,
Lucky I shower, I drink, 
Water out the bottle, ion't, trust a soul, n I got, no ROLE model.        yeah
Upload a track, holy touchdown.
My phone tell me I'm ballin, fuck a Rollie bust down, you,
Hangin on the block? Ion't come around.
Less I walk right past you.
N ion't hear a fuckin sound, Precise BEEN major.
But it seem like i'm losin opportunities only to win favors, I'm, 
Holdin this paper, like, police at my car door.
Tell a fearless MF he been warned? hmph
Bitch Ion't give a flyin.
I'm bout ta enter the draft, n my name is Zion,
I'm low-key, type gangster, Michigander, my bitch blow me when I'm shittin, 
You could ask her, I'm from a different era, so, Life?
I move past her, I'll kill you clowns, n ion't mean to abuse Laughter!!
I use it!
Pretty bitch, I spit, game to it. 
I recognize her pain fluent, 
Simple truth is a glimpse of you.
N I'ma bring the truest outcha. 
Life isn't the same withoutcha.
But we ain't fuck all the time, I'm.
Just tellin you what's, on my shorty's mind, I. 
Guess I'm wanted, it's a nice feelin.
Precise killem like a overly-spiteful villain. 
I'm kite-feelin, on the RIGHT vibe.
I'm Vic- pillin, on the mic, chillin...
Shit I'll prolly just turnat bitch inta fried chicken.
I'm side-sippin in my ride, dippin,
Fries in my Frosty, ion't own a home yet, n I know my,
MF kitchen gon be costly, I chain-smoke n live offa 7 dollar coffee.
I branch off a lot.
So I'll get back to cold murder. You got money on your mind,
But my mind goes further.
More like wide open. 
I wanna skydive, but,
Ion't wanna parachute, Ima try flyin. 
Bitch I ain't even lyin, you n me opposites.
You like to second-guess shit.
You n me opposites.
I find truth in hypothesis, put me on a rocket ship n,
I'll be like, Watch this shit!
See me one time n your, cru wanna copy shit. 
Cuz I mystify. 
I'm the pitch black house on the block w all them,
Christmas lights (nolights)
I'ma different guy.
I got bars too, I'll cutcher spotlight, n disregard you. Then I'll,
Hop in my shit w Boo. N roll a whole pc a OG, damnnat bitch, obese!
God DAMN I just vacuumed...
Coldest in the Skee n she be like, It's me too.
That's a win-win situation, can't lose.
I'm a walkin fact sheet, you can ask who?
You can ask them.
Future has beens, opposite a transcends. Ion't live past tense.
I ration my fashion, punk asses: See if you can find fiction in my actions.
Pointcher Glock, while I'm Rippin on my dab pen,
Bitch ass Trigga, what's happenin.
Pointcher Glock , while I'm Rippin on my dab pen, 
Bitch ass Trigga, what's happenin!
Pointcher Glock, while I'm Rippin on my dab pen, 
Bitch ass, bitch ass, Trigga what's, happenin, happenin!

Rippin

New Shit

I Can't Lose

I made u a drink...I'm Tangueray sippin, Rockstar livin, popTart clippin off, edges, ion't like em, n HATERS, I hate em, you rock a shirt that say you love em, I'm like, FUCKEM, wanna desimate em. I'ma zero tolerance policy, no ultimatum, I be blowin lots of this broccoli till I'm propheSATIN….I mean prophesizin, I be analyzing everybody's lives, i'm so lucky I'm PRECISE n, I, O, minus E, now u got PRECISION...Only way I like livin, i'm SIDE SIPPIN IN MY RIDE DIPPIN, yeah, same ol shit, hit the dugout twice, light a hog up, dab the sauce up, yeah I been on the same ol shit, I turn the mic on n stir up this queso dip, I got some GREY GOOSE n Faygo, BLUE MOON MIST, n my ex, don't wanna let go, I'm like, boo hoo bitch...
Pa, PRY, PRYCELISS...                              P   R   E   C   I   S   E...
I'ma unknown, young OG n most of ya don't know me, I mighta laid tracks witcha homies.
Yeah, u can relax, I'm not phony. So tell ur chik she can't hold me. 
Yeah, life's a bitch n I'm lonely, but it's windy up here, I'ma eagle in the sky HIGH. Opposite of WI-FI, zero connection...Ion't set the RIGHT VIBE? 
Shorty that's a white lie...
She called me onna late night,
She left him at the steakhouse,
She wanna finish date night...-I gotta go ta work DAMMN!!            Bloodloss. Yeah, Bloodloss.
IONT GIVE A FUCK IF U WAS MY MAIN JUMPOFF...                        Shit.
Yeah I gotta job, but the mirror say I only got ONE BOSS.
If ion't get the BAG RIGHT, he'll be on his last life, I'ma bring a BUZZ SAW.
It be lookin like 2 crips witta shit-eatin grin, that's a bloodloss.
That's a red puddle, I'm PRYCELISS, u lifeless, I'm dead subtle. 
I'ma str8-faced cat, invadin your personal space, with my date rape rap. 
Where them PLACES+FACES at? With a Haitian/causasian, say I'm lookin all famous.
On some, been a long day shit...
I maximize life with the racks in my sight, I'll axe your wife, twice. She in love.
COME ON NOW, that was love at first sight, shorty COME ON NOW! 
She the type, want EVERYTHING, done all now...She ain't gotta clue what this all bout, I'm onna PUB CRAWL>>>
I'm fuckin lit, wheels spinnin,
my glow keep flowin, endin from beginnin.
Shorty gimme head, I give her recognition,
Goose n Red Bull lookin pessimistic, OH SHIT, I'm, SO LEGIT! 
I betcha throat look better with a rope in it, n MY AURA DRIP,
like a ocean,
OH SHIT, I'MA OCEANIST! U SWIMMIN WITH A MF PUH FA, FECTIONIST, I'm 
breathless. 
You fuckin pathetic, yeah I just said it.
I been G checkin dad's lessons, ever since adolescence, ever since 7.       yeah.
PRECISE look like a G tho, 
XXtra Hot Cheeto,
Gwen Stephani so, 
cute with the polka dot dress on viDEO.
I remember eatin that King Buck burrito, oooh.
SHOUT OUT FLAMINGO'S!
PRYCELISS Ent. Hoe I'm, keen on my lingo.
I dream, I'll never be broke, 
fouled at the 3 point line, missed the free throws.
Life just, seemed so, less than evil, is what they been sayin, I'm in the 
gas station, I'm checkin for change, I'm getting MAD anxious. 
Mention my name, I gotta ASTERISK. 
Opposite of BLASPHEMIST, 
haters can't resist, I keep it so, ACCURATE. 
PRECISE.
Hand in hand, how I rap n live I'm NICE. 
Understand, Ion't ask for shit, despite.
I be lookin em the FUCK UP 
Real talk, secondhand, I'm HOOKIN EM THE FUCK UP!
That's a Smallie on the river, 
I be all in, with my chin up, but the water's gettin shallow, rock a model, prolly Pin-up, I mean,
what are you supposed to do in life, in my position?
Oh yeah, that's right, I'm self-sufficient, excuse me.

BloodLoss (lyrics in info)

In The Runnin

Small Town Boy

Have A Nice Day

Pow Bitch

Don't ZZZZZ on Me

Just another way to say my lane's getting thinner.

Searing

Drip, drip, I can see a new track, you EXIST!!!!

D.R.M.

It's your BOI PRECISE & CLYDE...

I'm from a place where the crime rate,
1 n 16, so my rhyme rate 1 n 16, that's MURDER.
Bodies on Bodies, FuckBoi Jenga!
I get freshly danked cuz,
Ion't give a blank, Hoes diddy bop.
This skinnytop with the mop on it, 
It's a hot sauna when Precise got the 
Mic on him. 
We make hits so far from Basics, homie trace this.
Blow a hog, paper kites, makeshift.
Eyes asianish,
Skyscraper shit.  
I'm smooth, lookin like your fav rapper, 
comin soon, yeah.
I'm bout ta make it happen w this dude,
He got me rappin to the moon n back.
No more suicide, he got me
Too attached. I'm true to life.
N I'm SUPERDAD, I. 
Hit STUPID dabs heavy on, 
Any Ave. No ups, but
Upsa-daisy, ur Boi so, 
clutch in tha game, you
mentally stuck in a cage.
Lemme rephrase...
You stuck inna daze, how on Earth this, 
skinnyBoi shirtless.
Up on stage, so, opposite a worthless.
My top on a shirt? shit, the word
Gon drop, them birds flockin ta da merch QUICK.
It's ur Boi Precise n Clyyyyyyde!

The FLOODGATEZ LEAKINNN!! Me n Clyde boarded USS GLOBAL WARMING!! It's imminent, don't be mad when this MF toilet stop FLUUUUUSHIN!    We fillinUUUUP

Think Twice

(sigh)  I'm clench-fistin, my sense 6 so effortless, 
cuz Clyde puttin no emphasis on the Nemesis.
It's like you lettered in every sport, you veteran, 
turns out I'm better than anything you endeavored IN-
Ternal Revenue, only peddlin, no Federal, 
gold medals only get respect when it's due.
You better walk that thin line like every neck in your crew, n,
Clyde's in back BUZZIN tear-droppin tattoos. Come toss it with a boss.
I'll show I gotta flow like a faucet n honestly, you shoulda saw me at no cost.
I call it how I see it, potaholic I be it, n if I drop you off on the block, you ball up for no fuckin reason. I CUH FUKKAFUKKAFUKKA beat up, 
echoin a colosseum, prolly ghost-writin for the most nicest.
I'll prolly roll back n spit on the spotcha be on, see me, 
ERRRRTin on my crown, I gotta draw a crowd around these peons, 
n shorty undo her blouse n get her freak on, it's LIMEGREEN, it's PODEY, n it's lookin like FREON, 
lookin like Freon.

FREON

WE DON'T NEED TO GO SEARCHING FOR BODY PARTS, WE'LL PIECE OUT OUR OWN!!! thsaBANGER CUZ!

Bloody Brick Road

Me n Clyde keep, shittin chili cheese FRITO fries so u just BE ADVISED!!

Boom

on behalf of us at C & C Airlines Flight 420! have a seat...

I set a WET PAINT sign next to my Sprite, tinted scarlet
my cannigar lit, I board the starship, my right hand, fiendin, pass the martian, 
I'm forced ta show love, iont, blame it on Above, it's just in me.
This music/porn industry, gimmegimme, semi-autoClyde send me nekkid 16's he like, BOI BE ADVISED! 
Lil Emma G, Elyse, 2 reasons I survive, n I, know I left a few out, tryina re-up on my vibe YEAH
Voice texts, fuck my name up, I'm wreckin screens, fuckbois eatin they, own blood, u checkin me. ISTIC i'm real, ISTIC I'm pessemy, you get sticks? They better be, loaded for the death of ME! pUUUSHH
I treat dad like stepchild, mom cry a lot, courtesy a me n life now, I'm inna tight spot.  
I aint lyin it might sound like Clyde down to reconcile a lifestyle, summertime fly, I don't wanna go outside when it's nice out.
Mirror reflection say, "stay onnis right route," 
or catch a low price on suhum get ta, HOEin out that whole amount. Either way, we sellin bars, out the bag, out the mouth, you decide, whatchu want, Me & Clyde, fuck a front, demoneyes, angel brows, keep your wife, me no browse, demonhealr13 reachin out n preachin what he be about. Demoneyes, angel brows...

High Up

It's the steadyFlip Scientist, Clyde vibin offa RIGHTEOUSNESS...

CaptDRIP CaptDRIP

Cise & Clyde TV, it must be twice as nice to be me, got that, foot in the door sound, SIKE! we greedy, I'm a unique kinda species, smoke, Reese's to pieces n talk like I quote kings, my niece like, WHY U GOTTA, MMMPH!
I dunno know, we, doin dope things, me & Clyde like scratch offs on a grand prize game. Flame over Fame, keep that beef on a plane, revelations w demons, havin, meetings w the saints, either way it go...
it's just U n me Clyde. And I know ur gonna live thru me too. I'm only 2 planes away, shit.  PRYCELISS 4life Mix...Me n Clyde gon RUNNISSHIT.

Vibe With Me

Precise FLYKNIT n Captain ClydeChiatrist
This world KEEP shrinkin everytime we DEEP thinkin...
c   l    y    d     e                         d    r     I    p 
I mean I'm just SAYIN godDAMN
Twice as tight.....TWIGHT HOWARD! lol
I can't even see shit
lemme light this up....I'ma midnight rider, moonlight gazer,
black OBEY shirt, fuckin BLUELIGHT SABER, fuck specials, i'ma favor. 
See you onna later. Drip slap, alligator BELT n it's face first. 
Mindfulla geniuses, over-intelligence, 10 toes down, but those irrelevant.
I struggle every breath, if I'm, off God? Why this aura feelin heaven-sent?
Just to say I'm falsified? Shit, never been.
I could Monet ya, never know I paintcha.
I made flames from nothin but, self-education, BEEN, livin like you see the FLUX pourin out...
The plug provin Ion't need a California route, n I can tell, Clyde in the Lab, I smell porterhouse, I'm BOUTA hit a, dab till my Right hand gain more clout, or the torch out.
N time'll tell, we gotta pile a mind spells, knock a, Rothschild off a high hill, I'll define real.

Inner Light

just a vibe plain n simp. The teeter todder of life makes most of us gravity-stricken.

Tragedy

Just clawin our way thru this basic forest w dull machetes!!

BASIC

I've been in my own world for awhile now. My bio comes in music form. Press PLAY and i'll share life.

PRECISE Flyknit

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