Here’s a new Jonwayne track over a vintage Dilla beat. Reached for comment about the “Notes to Myself,” Jonwayne provided some insight to the lyrics: “It’s just … uh … some notes to myself.”
It’s also from a forthcoming mixtape called Marion Morrison. Jonwayne’s full length Rap Album One is expected late summer/fall 2013.
JONWAYNE LIVE DATES…
June 20: Los Angeles at Stones Throw Premiere Party
June 22: Twain CA at The Bounce Festival
July 11: Brooklyn at House of Vans (Free Show)
July 26: Austin at North Door Main Stage
July 27: Houston, although we’re not yet sure where.
Jonwayne at Stones Throw / @Jonwayne / Jonwayne on FB
Let me see your hands, bring em to me, don’t wash em yet
I wanna see the dirt you did when you overslept
understand me perfectly clear
boy you don’t need a mirror to look at someone you fear
I’m right here. the ghost of what you wish you could be
if only you let the reigns do the work for a G
I’m only saying what you know, excuse me but
you’re out for dead residents to president you
earn your stacks, set a couple new precedents, too.
while your backbone’s on the last train to taboo
you look like a bafoon, hang up the telephone
and get your ass back to work or call home
tell your pops how you couldn’t get it together
because you’re looking at the weather and thinking you were better,
but times change, homie. Learn to roll with the leaves
or else you rot with the rocks so box with what you got
It’s not what you think and what you think is what is killing you
you never knew shit. Put his shoes on
if you think you learned everything, there’s everything to learn
You need to pull from these fossils for this knowledge to burn.
for now, that’s why your underground but we can push
you to the surface like lava in a volcanic growl
but I don’t think that you could handle the reknown
that’s why you don’t get the looks you deserve, you calm it down
you’re afraid of success, you can’t even see that
you’re excessively blessed, if you were truly grateful
you would hardly complain but we know that ain’t the case
that’s reality mane. that’s reality mane
you need to hear the mind’s a fallacy mane
your phallus is an asterisk in a galaxy mane
i’m sayin. I don’t speak for the lamen
if you can’t see gold in this shit, your axe ain’t swingin