Dedicated to a woman I had to walk away from.

3. The Sanctuary - Final

2. Temptation - Final

1. Angel - Final

I don't know what you thinkin bout. . . think it out. 
Chapman is the Dosage, I'll bring it out. 

I swing without. . . I'm on autopilot. 
No false courage worth monetizin'. 

A stand up niggas gone stand up nigga. 
I can't get caught cause I am that nigga. 

It's sucka nigga season, facades is out.  
I ain't really need a reason, I'm blowin it down. 

Bitch niggas wheezin, I'm airin it out.
Gotta wave in ya cap, but I'm tearin it out. 

Stared em down. . . Like a centerfold. 
I ain't never asked a nigga if he ready to roll. 

Cause I'm on the ball. . . Bitches lovin it. 
Lames hot as coffee, they muggin it. 

I'm a rugged pimp. . . You need a membership.
Ask Saint G what he sayin to wimps.



Sooo what you thinkin bout, you wanna reassess.
The Dosage ain't Chapman, you'll leave wit less.

Relievin' stress. . . Leave breathin less. 
I know a seamstress, you could bleed in vests. 

You believe in less?. . . I'ma swarm a nigga. 
The Dosage is God. . . I warned you nigga. 

Warm a nigga up like the Sun would do.
Have the blind lookin like what he done to you. 

What you under do, I exemplify.
Eyes actualize, you get hypnotized.

Spent from tries, I ain't practice yet.
Livin life, I came after death. 

I love the game. . . but it's underplayed.
I love the change. . . but I love the same. 

You blade niggas. . . Need memberships.
Don't make Saint G say it again.

Act Write

Members Only feat. S.a.i.n.t. G.

Just to get it started. The Sun can't be carded. 
Chapman on a beat like sugar to retardeds.

Dread head parted. Red is what you sea. 
The livelihood you blue in opposition of me. 

Hands upward in speed, swattin' a flea. 
I enlist a pen, you need a doctor at least.

You playin' soccer wit teeth, if you bother the D. 
Say it slow-ly, I'm the father in cheeks.

Earned a Oscar in feats, made my fami-ly proud. 
Reasons when you ruined, it's insanity now? 

Independent of reflections when a nigga was down. 
Syd-ney Poitier when addressing the crowd.

Deflection is loud, so I'm embracing the melody. 
Lower road? Highway to catchin' a felony.

The Dosage especially, melancholy and doomed. 
Product of my union. She gone drown in it too. 

Bow in and shoot, now a figure of peace? 
Apologetic but creative, man you bitches unique.

Pictured him weak. All about the tradition. 
Well, avoided it. Different visions transitioned. 

Wheels spinnin' for energy, ignitin' the mind. 
Unkind to kinds only peekin' through blinds. 

To signs I never yield. Drafted my own field. 
To disseminate game via highlight reel. 

In hindsight, real. . . Honestly chime. 
What I hide might feel, highly sublime.

What I hide might feel, highly sublime. (Fade out)

The Dosage

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