[Intro]

J, create, ah

I see you, why, I

[Verse]

Audibly disgusted sick to my soul with this ignorance ain't trusted

Gaping hole, in the ground, called rap, I'm found on the hole, a function of lapse

Between what's seen, soul and where I'm at, so look up

Attentive and confident but by all means must

Stay one folded rotten duck, and inbred two-headed mutt

Away from me at all times, because I'm, allergic to most synthetic materials

You rhyme, I voice the spiritual, along the lines of a similar superiority principle

I can redefine, until wax is pressed from swine, or this hulking massive ill gets, signed

Of course, then you can, posthumously shine, off [???]

On some, track of mine, that is what is played, backwards on forty-five

And prove your, mortified, I mean, immortalized

Miscreance, you must judge the portal size, camp wood itself, friends, or fan, in the pretentious platinum high

Rise, so when the luck eagle deal that needs, cap sized

You can count out my, daring deeds, and random acts of heroism

But that's just me, and I'm a stickler for wisdom, or any substance of light texture, listen

Glorified heckler, of a nosebleed, he, your tongue with be oppressed

Imagine that much needed rest, catch an ocean of breath

The thoughts were grass, and a famished mind I just

Might constructive criticism, in time text...

Commencing, further with the, post wreck [?] set

Coloring your pristine hope spread, with molten openness, un-said

Better shed, molt, and burn well, the scales, feathers and fly from [?]

Simple structural cell, how in Sam hell, to even attempt to [?]

The growth of this poetical microcosm, do tell

That's what I thought MC rock-bottom feeder fuel for the onslaught

I'm secret society evil cerebral attack squad taught

Time warn, and tested, you are, at best, bested, stranger

A modicum of euthanasia

Rah!

[Outro]

My, inspiration, the love of my [?] family

Alexis, and my breath, J. Rawls, the living vibe

Without which none of this you've seen tonight, would be possible

As for myself, I am a member of the secret society of skill scavengers

The essence of ill, docking for night, my mental, my Hiana, Faniq, the man, they call slaughter

Apostles, schizophrenic and kicks, evil leak infinite

Evolve, my eyes and ears, in this lovely world

To all that's cerebral, actual solar, fifth dimensions, the fat man, Jericho

One-up, the mighty, lioness

My personal motherland, ill-er, filler P.A

DJ Plastic, to all my co-hurts, around, my local little world, east-coast

Is infinity my friend, the mighty A.R.C. and [?] N.J

To all wet paint, and my brothers in this, Crylon world we wage against every day

Knuckle heads, Romes one, [?], stem rock seismic, [?] style

And last of all, to all that's conscious, peace love, maintain the art form

I am, Doseone, the lyricist, and what I'm gonna do in this artform

Is break all the rules, I'm gonna create what you're not supposed to

I'm gonna build on holy land, anything, that surface, is mine

Hah!