JON says listen to the context

Nonsense is spitted from the onset

The concept is there is no concept

Honest I'm living to be songless

Pon'drance given where the Conch is

Gone are the limits of your bondage

Taunted by many golden launches

Homage for kids who mind their conscience

I've been taught that rhyming

For the diamonds and the platinum

Ain't the way to make it happen

Cuz the shining is the mind and

Not the climbing up the stacks and

It ain't the placement on the racks man

Listen to the heart and not the charts bro

Shatter from the start or fall apart slow

That's the hardest part? I thought so

Practicing the mark'll put a dagger in the art



Fugitive fingerprints lifted from the sink

Rubber gloves plugged with ink, one would think

The funk of drink isn't odd, is it?

Escort service is livid, didn't visit

Dividends raised to midget senseis

Rent's paid, and French braids for ten days

Feds play the tapes back

Making guilty parties wish that they'd erased that

Infected needle in a haystack was found

Chasin after the help to pat her down

No more cap and gown, the cuffs clicked

Drugs sniffed by trained noses, busted

Searched for hours, no hope in sight

Eyes open wide, seeing a broken pipe

Quite an oversight of the forensic team

Even Cochran can't defend a fiend, end the scene



It's no accident that we've been put before you

Adamant that what you need to know

Is brandishing your talents like a sword to

Tap into the force and feel the flow

Guardians of positivity and change

Putting on a hellafied show

If the audience ain't ready for the strain

Then tell me what the hell they here fo?

Though love I curse and put you down

But it's only cuz I want to see you grow

Wizened in the ways of slangin sounds

So I'm clowning when you stumble as you go

Inexperience'll lead to wearing crowns

For now, baby steps are how you get around

If you never swim, well then, you'll never drown

But if you never try you're never found test your limits



Only double time I'm down with sixty plus a week

Come combust with me, man we crush a beat

So CPR's a kiss of death

Are you arisen yet, frigid with imprisoned breath

Give Annette my best wishes In Dreams of flicks

Never lending credence to your greed and bliss

Cheeba hits for demon kids, nitro practice

Maestro massive subtract the psychoactives

Knifes and acid leave your promo gear with holes

Lend me an ear I'll sear the weirdest soul

Spill convos to fist fly friends

And see your life with a fish eye lens

Why mend a bridge over a porn 'stache

Stitching Ecko labels over you Jordache

What's the format, pasty as hell

Even Damien said I'll make your cranium melt