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letra de motormouth - jønø & alexay

[intro: jønø]
alright, so let me paint a mental picture:
an infinite loop of an anime girl scribbling line after line
into her notebook as her cat looks on out of the window
to a picturesque miyazaki-like scenery
while an ambient soundscape of downtempo
flows out of her headphones (headphones, headphones…)

honestly, no lie
i promise it’s lo-fi
[verse: jønø]
i grew up a boy from the west coast, where noises are swept low
but i kept flowing to let show that i’m a voicе, not an echo
no void of regret though; whеn choices are yes/no
i’m loyal to the soil of my home; that’s my mo
come from a town that’s always sunny summer
inspired by the sound of the funky drummer
i’m a product of biggie, pac, and linkin park
blink and rakim, em, nas, and dilla’s art
instilled in my heart with sk!ll and a spark
to fill up the dark with ethereal light
materialised in rhymes and fury on a mic
but i’ll bury the hype; it’s delirious, right?
my major’s radio but i never fit the stereotype
i’ll hip-hop on tiktok, and not a give a d-mn
i’m the hitchc-ck of the sick horror, the living dead
imma ink blot all my improv to make dividends
lift off and build on the intellect
get on my level, i’m f. scott fitzgerald, i’ll p-ss off the devil
with the gift of god in what i’m authoring
think not of philosophy, script thoughts like socrates
i sink shots when i give shocks, you’ll get rocked like slipknot’s discography
but for the time being
i’ll coat the rhyme-scheme with scopolamine
cos the flow motions rock the boat, know what i mean
lock and load my thoughts to stop the show like covid-19
there’s no time for the decadence of small talk
intelligence irrelevant; i don’t swing in that ballpark
from centre to circumference, i am more than a broad arc
and all that depends on the evidence of what you call art
the pain is paint and the rage is the brushstroke
aim to be an agent of change, that’s my blood oath
spraying flames between the bass and the drum roll
don’t play it safe, create waves till i’ve struck gold
puttin’ the pen to paper, give it frictional burn
got bars and sentences to build this prison of words
put a rhythm and a diction to the wisdom i’ve learnt
cos a crown is inherited; a kingdom is earned
so give me a moment or a minute and i’ll flip the script
grip it and rip it, and spit it to limits to hit the
artery and vein, split the target, change the game
make a mark, arrange the frame, wake the spark into a flame
till you can hardly feel the pain now
i’m back/bach in it like my name johann sebastian
no signs of lacking, i devote time to passion
i co-sign my own rhymes with more lines of rapping
it’s a strong force, i’m the neutron-proton attraction
check the sub-molecular breakdown, and read the catabolic rate
i trump competitor takedowns; walk away from this atomic weight
you and i do not equate, leave you in catatonic states
gotta wait, i postulate rocks will quake like tectonic plates
inimitable bars, scribbled in invisible ink
it’s written in the stars hidden in metaphysical links
yeah, the grammar is raw; i’m cramming the jaw
full of syllables that’ll hit you like the hammer of thor
when it comes to the crunch, it’s nothing but love
pumping all that blood in a rush, comfortably numb
wrung all the conjunctions and puns, strung in abundance
trust it’s just in my luck to be stuck in a ‘but’, aye
i reside in the middle of that turn of phrase
verses from an early age, earned what i learnt from greats
interpolated first, then searched for my own words to say
the hurricanes i’ve stirred to date is h-lla worth the wait
madvillainy birds can’t stop flying
when every word can’t stop rhyming
and when it comes to that, you know i go to town
call the lumberjack, it can be broken down
i’ll even provide the blow-by-blow accounts
i wrote the poems out with attention to the spoken sound
smoking out growing doubts on if i’m gonna tone it down
no, i hold my ground, oath, and vow to own my loud motormouth

- jono alexay

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