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doseone - audible obliteration lyrics

please lend me, creations loyal patrons
kneel for purification, focus the martyrs
we distance forsaken and stop that frail hand from shaking
not providing is the honourable living no raping
vocally volatile champion if i’m decedant
optical, illusions, obnoxious will
abusing you with noxious little quips
with biting prose and iron-clad witts
all homed in the brazen tip of a battle torn vic
brandished upon desire of the lyricist
doseone else, itself in the words i, manfiest
leaving that pally club, in blood lead for your alien
savicks comms modern man modest the spom
label’s favourite concubine
must have sucked some serious d-ck to get signed
but bright nows i’m breezed behind
c-cked and primed from out that station
some miss a polla up in audible, abomination
act complacent or any pinkish tissue pulsating
in that in a year the cynicy is oblierating
with an osphere affinity for hurricaning

(here we- oh that’s not about it…)

i grab my intellect automatically
cruise it’s like au yanda’go’ im’a mc
i’m a augment your existences, consistency is he who you think you be
autopsy working out kinks in a personal autonomy
public officials have been quoted as gull-i-b-l-e
boy i simply scoff at your audacity
and people attempt to thrash me
in that awkward auditory sense
i’ll make you the one man walking h-rny
and send auction that or for six pence
simply content with my authenticated rap
and giving one more now life was bad listen to an autograph
be my old pal fast
be gone m-ss hopper money crew lost boot-lash
you better slither your coldblooded -ss back into that there gr-ss
obviously your obese eagle’s obstructing my path
besides, oblivion’s about a mile and a half in that direction
so run along obsess, paid perfection obedient mongrels
not stretching, reality around truth
yester is seen through obscene gestures
you and your idiot-tic obscure thought are secretly store bought
but i observed and caught
you silent looking synthetic, smiling in a window display
obliged to convery the pathetic dying off shoots of any cultures
you’re what we call an akultza, a weakling
try and be conscious of what you think, before stepping between a mic, this man and, his instinct

(ahahaha ayo dose they still listening, obliterate ’em)

i scope skeptics speaking yang yet can’t hear knock off bang on would
so i’m’a sc-m minds like child would
quite predictably misunderstood
when judge fac-mac-mas take it to the state gutter
then play woo-coo-wee-can- and wonton b-ttplugger
get your soul out the gutter another mamma’s thought martyred
made you laugh, particle to spit
b-ttered word of the mother
in a thanks for life sense, better get to liking
past tense ’cause flesh and flame, fellow false sense of permanence
and presently vermin is the power
just form a physically body desemble is this minimal, to match
conception nonesensical v-g-n-l infection
near trivial imperfection in a big tarnished world
open down face down fantasising in a puddle of earl
garnishing one armed lepper girls, with flower petals and pearls
see i kinda like you with your hair curled
or better yet headless
feel free to aid and abet this
mc’s squat fransisco fetish
close mind to critics give me my credit
unless you can freak tarred and feather in the coming spring season
lacky lacking rhyme and reason
keeping it real we talk about reemith
your beings are repaid for deep marks
nothing my all seeing
ku-ku ball
at last i say
audible obliteration and
no more!

it’s audible alliteration
it’s audible obliteration
it’s audible alliteration
it’s no swat
it’s audible obliteration with j. rawls
it’s audible obliteration
it’s deep for society
it’s audible alliteration
it’s audible obliteration
i am the illest thing in the creation
know to become to this earth’s surface true to the bone
in a poetic sense
metaphorically other mc’s after they tank whether it’s past present or future
i shall not let you in the constant stream of things the thought
is what has got me beading unto the sun
it is my coming month…
(inaudible)

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