JON says listen to the context Nonsense is spitted from the onset The concept is there is no concept Honest Im living to be songless Pondrance given where the Conch is Gone are the limits of your bondage Taunted by many golden launches Homage for kids who mind their conscience Ive been taught that rhyming For the diamonds and the platinum Aint the way to make it happen Cuz the shining is the mind and Not the climbing up the stacks and It aint the placement on the racks man Listen to the heart and not the charts bro Shatter from the start or fall apart slow Thats the hardest part? I thought so Practicing the markll put a dagger in the art Fugitive fingerprints lifted from the sink Rubber gloves plugged with ink, one would think The funk of drink isnt odd, is it? Escort service is livid, didnt visit Dividends raised to midget senseis Rents paid, and French braids for ten days Feds play the tapes back Making guilty parties wish that theyd 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 cant defend a fiend, end the scene Its no accident that weve 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 aint ready for the strain Then tell me what the hell they here fo? Though love I curse and put you down But its only cuz I want to see you grow Wizened in the ways of slangin sounds So Im clowning when you stumble as you go Inexperiencell lead to wearing crowns For now, baby steps are how you get around If you never swim, well then, youll never drown But if you never try youre never found test your limits Only double time Im down with sixty plus a week Come combust with me, man we crush a beat So CPRs 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 Ill 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 Whats the format, pasty as hell Even Damien said Ill make your cranium melt
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