Self Explanatory Lyrics - Singles - Dose One

Hush child, don't make me affix hatred in 

your coordinates into my lingual matrix 

and shake this microphone into a dominatrix 

whipping you shameless 

Emcees we all tonguing anus 

Needless to say, brainless 

So take a deep breath and think gracious 

Before I scar all your faces 

Leavin' that flavored ass tasteless 

Still, you boast about cheese 

Lost in the rap races 

Fabricatin' first places 

Champ, you can't even tie them shoe laces 

Rookie, get back to basics 

Take ten nostalgic paces 

Bow your head and get wasted 

As the mere echo of my phrases 

replaces what used to be your mental mazes 

Then again, the proceeding statement raises 

Much room for the basis 

Your labyrinth was a cubical with an open door 

in terms of this metaphor 

Of course, you poor fallen meteor 

Off course, intended to plummet evermore 

throughout the cosmos except your path 

brought you dangerously close 

to the burnin' master pro they call Dose 

Representin' the shorts of my conception, coast 

Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we toast 

And drink away such pain 

My bad, was that your jugular vain? 

It's funny, awww, blood stain 

You're quite tame eyes have lost that pretty flame 

Pretty shame and remorse 

Make my palms sweat and voice slightly horse 

But it's all in sport, or was it the mind 

That there was the introduction to a battle rhyme 

Come on and lets get down to the logistics 

As I lay law from the iller district 

Leavin' the cock strong 

Dickless beings exotically twisted 

Like Mayan tapestry 

Cryptic mic mastery is depicted 

as I get down right statistic 

Humbling the gifted 

Emcees can't even get down 

Talkin' about I get lifted 

Then why ain't you elevatin' 

I guess all that masturbation [has] 

got you grippin' the mic tight awaitin' 

Some form of sterile sonic ejaculation 

Pitiful exhibitionist 

I pity you over impotence 

And relative insignificance 

Reminisce in other (?) 

peace officer (?) 

deceased coffin saw (?) 

Other ceremony your master 

You shoulda been a pastor 

You can still live a lie 

and only greet truth when you die 

but you're just high 

Well I am surrounded by chickens and snakes 

In a pigsty 

Still, jokers like you wanna battle the white guy 

Can't you see soul burnin' in my eye 

For in that eye your prom sacrifice material 

Lost in hope of a miracle 

But rap must cope with bacterial infections such as thou 

Watch where you point that scab 

Were you born the ugly child? 

See, I was born phonetically restless 

Already able to kinetically impress this 

silhouette into your breast with 

spontaneous focus conception 

Burnin' flesh with my tempered inflection 

Properly certified for stage 

Cross section, splittin' all around me, wide open 

Leavin' carbon monoxide in the air, smokin' 

Put it this way, if it breathes its fuckin' chokin;' 

On the words I set in motion 

Sky splits and thunderclaps 

THE ONE HAS SPOKEN 

I battle gods at The Vatican, 

Parthenon, or Hoboken(?) 

Still, your slogan is 

"Nah man, I'm not about that 'Thought Provokin' " 

Yes its true, you're just broken-backed 

harder than English 

But this man slaughter the fiendish 

since the infinite deem this dark apostle seamless 

Among the tattered and dreamless masses of demons 

so pray he come like semen and 

get lost in my abstract womb 

Extracting whom you be through those actions 

As you fall to the will of my faction 

Thanks, it's been fun practicin' 

I'm done taxin'