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letra de ted talk - jonwayne

[verse 1]
you never seen a man so calm in your life
they afraid of this mic
and i got the type of mind to grind into that white light
i rock the mic inside the china shop and spit that bull sh-t, this ain’t no bullsh-t
it’s eating past after the stomach full sh-t
no eating -ss, no groceries, i ate at restaurants
they serve me well since i’m a baby of the kant renaissance
you may recall my marvelous reconnaissance
i never forget, like elephants on 4chan
remember i’m a poor man, but got a f-cking kingdom up in here
where the beer flows like memes, and seeded without a peer
see i had it up to here, all these doubters in my ear
tryna tell me i don’t have the whole world up on my spear (what you do?)
i van gogh ’em, pretend i don’t know ’em
too busy showboatin’ to roast ’em, the flames floatin’
no jokes, see my quotes remain potent
even in the casket, i’ll be one to close it
i’m a poet and i know it, see i could do some good
but these demons in my ear make me feel misunderstood
lord knows, my intentions are hood
and i rub it in a little bit more than i should
but what would you do if you were great and you knew it?
i put up a page, i get in my range
i open up a vein and let a river run through it
you call it music
(that’s close enough)

[hook]
ah, one two-’til my voice is ho-rs-
ah, one two-’til my voice is ho-rs-
ah, one two-’til my voice is ho-rs-
guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic
ah, one two-’til my voice is ho-rs-
ah, one two-’til my voice is ho-rs-
ah, one two-’til my voice is ho-rs-
then take a pause

[verse 2]
i get my dinner on from intercom psalms and scratch an itching inner palm
give a ted talk about sh-tting on ’em and spitting on and on
they wonder what arithmetic i’m riffing on
they wonder what this written on
“since when he get his merv griffin on?”
i wonder who i’m p-ssing off
bump missives in the whip, run crystals for the glisten
dump cristal down the sink up in the kitchen
i run missiles in my whistler
children for my p-sser
when these women call me mr. j
know i came to slay like a g-y man
shade like a ray ban, you know i’m here to stay
you can find me ’round the way like a waistband
writing ’bout my stay on some ‘how to be a man when you hate man’
l.a., the home of human spray tan
heard it from the grapevine in that gray van
with many a gray band
i give a d-mn on some frankly my dear
whoever made me had some great ideas
my parents built me, yeah i’m straight ikea
had this voice to god since i was five feet uh
drinking wine, eating divine pita
kissing that cross, now they kissing my crosshairs
when i rap on beats that sound like a video game boss lair—sh-t
in my pauses i hear ric flair trippin’
yeah my quips could carry trips like some big bear visions
yeah these words are so sharp i give some thin air st-tches
got a hole in sp-ce-time where i state my business

- jonwayne

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