Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TED Talk, artist - Jonwayne. Date of issue: 01.02.2017
Song language: English
TED Talk |
| 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 |