The Fletcher-Munsen Curve

JON says listen to the context<br>Nonsense is spitted from the onset<br>The concept is there is no concept<br>Honest I`m living to be songless<br>Pon`drance given where the Conch is<br>Gone are the limits of your bondage<br>Taunted by many golden launches<br>Homage for kids who mind their conscience<br>I`ve been taught that rhyming<br>For the diamonds and the platinum<br>Ain`t the way to make it happen<br>Cuz the shining is the mind and<br>Not the climbing up the stacks and<br>It ain`t the placement on the racks man<br>Listen to the heart and not the charts bro<br>Shatter from the start or fall apart slow<br>That`s the hardest part? I thought so<br>Practicing the mark`ll put a dagger in the art<br><br>Fugitive fingerprints lifted from the sink<br>Rubber gloves plugged with ink, one would think<br>The funk of drink isn`t odd, is it?<br>Escort service is livid, didn`t visit<br>Dividends raised to midget senseis<br>Rent`s paid, and French braids for ten days<br>Feds play the tapes back<br>Making guilty parties wish that they`d erased that<br>Infected needle in a haystack was found<br>Chasin after the help to pat her down<br>No more cap and gown, the cuffs clicked<br>Drugs sniffed by trained noses, busted<br>Searched for hours, no hope in sight<br>Eyes open wide, seeing a broken pipe<br>Quite an oversight of the forensic team<br>Even Cochran can`t defend a fiend, end the scene<br><br>It`s no accident that we`ve been put before you<br>Adamant that what you need to know<br>Is brandishing your talents like a sword to<br>Tap into the force and feel the flow<br>Guardians of positivity and change<br>Putting on a hellafied show<br>If the audience ain`t ready for the strain<br>Then tell me what the hell they here fo?<br>Though love I curse and put you down<br>But it`s only cuz I want to see you grow<br>Wizened in the ways of slangin sounds<br>So I`m clowning when you stumble as you go<br>Inexperience`ll lead to wearing crowns<br>For now, baby steps are how you get around<br>If you never swim, well then, you`ll never drown<br>But if you never try you`re never found test your limits<br><br>Only double time I`m down with sixty plus a week<br>Come combust with me, man we crush a beat<br>So CPR`s a kiss of death<br>Are you arisen yet, frigid with imprisoned breath<br>Give Annette my best wishes In Dreams of flicks<br>Never lending credence to your greed and bliss<br>Cheeba hits for demon kids, nitro practice<br>Maestro massive subtract the psychoactives<br>Knifes and acid leave your promo gear with holes<br>Lend me an ear I`ll sear the weirdest soul<br>Spill convos to fist fly friends<br>And see your life with a fish eye lens<br>Why mend a bridge over a porn `stache<br>Stitching Ecko labels over you Jordache<br>What`s the format, pasty as hell<br>Even Damien said I`ll make your cranium melt