Dose One - Self Explanatory lyrics

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 an*s Needless to say, brainless So take a deep breath and think gracious Before I scar all your faces Leavin' that flavored a** 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 co*k 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 f**in' 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 ma**es 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'