TED Talk - Jonwayne

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 shit, this ain’t no

bullshit

It’s eating past after the stomach full shit

No eating ass, 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 fucking 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)

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Then take a pause

I get my dinner on from intercom psalms and scratch an itching inner palm

Give a Ted Talk about shitting 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 pissing 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 pisser

When these women call me Mr. J

Know I came to slay like a gay 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 damn 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—shit

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 stitches

Got a hole in space-time where I state my business

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse

Then take a pause, and you know, of course