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The Demonstration EP

by Jon G.

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1.
Renshi Ni Gaoxing, that’s happy to meet ya Just so you’re forewarned, I’m a crazy ass creature My brain’s insane, sick 16s at leisure I could sell a million, 500 a feature. Do the math y’all, that’s half a billion Nobody realer, cultural chameleon. Eyes wide shut, but the light is so brilliant I don’t get them weak vibes, maybe they could fill me in. I tried to be preachy, but that shit won’t reach ya— Clean slater, Zach swag, now the heart’s much screecher Snoop dogg philosophy is trumping all Neitzshe Now I’m in the spotlight, no sitting in bleachers And now we’re getting silly cuz we got some attention Feeling like Rasheed fresh off a suspension. Small minds hear the views and stay getting defended, But my titles, bibles, vitals, stay getting defended. I’m so bad, So dirty, So sick. The most gross, so infected. Shit’s infectious, when I spit One way, no lane’s This shit reckless I give a fuck about a Maybach, or Lexus I just wanna be free of the Google Nexus. They more of the same, I’m the one I’m Samson Long hair, don’t care And I’m crazy like Sam’s son. Spike Lee, Bruce Lee No belt or Samsung Smile for the selfie, damn I look so handsome Boy meets world, Lion meets panda. Beats get precise And the rhymes get random No Achilles heal So the haters can’t stand em Flow gets loud like I’m throwing a tantrum LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME I’m just starved for attention I’m that new new, they aforementioned Move on old man, go collect a pension Move on 9 to 5er this a real folk’s convention. The aim of my game is relieving the tension, Finding happiness through introspection Challenging what I see as cancerous conventions And being brought up whenever Carolina is mentioned Yo Pops, you should see what your boy done did You gave me Jon the body God gave me the Closet Kid There’s a message in the can of worms I’m blowing the lid I’d sleep on the floor with a billion quid Remember in the court when I looked that judge in the eye And he looked at you and said ‘you’re boy’s got spine’ Well now your boy’s grown up and got a body and a mind And this light ain’t little when I let it shine. Yo Ma! You should see what your boy’s become Got rednecks and thugs putting down their guns I’ve got people seeing happy ain’t bout having fun And they’re praying every time that they fill up their lungs I used to waste mine, now I’m out bettering lives Nourish starved souls with all of these bettering vibes And now I’ve got experience, that veteran vibe And nobody’s music is better than mine. Om.
2.
No school like old school, olden days, golden era Broke the mold, the yogi rapper Holden Caulfield, sober’s rarer Carolina’s finest, though I’m country like I’m Alabama Bruce Banner angry post getting belted by the gammas Que increible! I mind the rhymes you just mind your manners My own paparazzi, got the selfie setting on the camera Click click a flash of light, life ain’t gonna pass us by Evolving everyday, this kundalini up and down the spine Yo I’m like Houdini snapping mental shackles getting mine Plus im like Fellini on the frames check the timeline Once upon a time I invested in the minds lies, now I give em goosebumps Up on my R.L. Stine grind Sharpening my faculties, blessed with such a fine mind Traveling the world but looking deep within to find mine. Kangaroo Boos hopping on it like Ay Mate Check the doctor’s records I done been like this since childhood Except I put in work so now my timing and my rhyming’s good. Climbing up the slides, yo there ain’t no mountain high enough Swinging off the ropes because their ain’t no river wide enough. The mystic will arrive and so no yall this just ain’t the place Time is in the mind—first is last Yall this ain’t a race Yo I’m solo, cop and robber, I instate the chase Cowboy in India, Dallas Palace, erase the hate No malice or fallacies, it’s all love yall let’s make it great Destined for an earthly heaven at the rate I am of late Sick back annie lee don’t worry I can take the weight Kangaroo boos hopping on it like ‘Ay mate’
3.
Giving 03:10
Long hair don’t care No baldhead yo Despite the sin and white skin I still got my soul Freak folk and trap music’s where I found my flow Politics of hip hop show of rock and roll And you ain’t gotta follow me because I’m stopping the show No drive by unless I’m copping some dro Only goal to grow, care less if I blow But it’d be dope to see a billion at the Jon G show No black or white section, fuck segregation Cuz separate but equal ain’t a real equation Body ashes soul, they all in outer space man No comparison, no replacing Different time, different circumstance Modern Day Mystic, no longer a worldly man Purple girl pants sure you can call me a girly man But my third eye is so sharp up in this blurry land Once I stopped giving a fuck, everybody started giving a fuck I ain’t never been the dude to claim color blindness I see them all dawg, I just don’t judge by em I’m done having guilt and I’m through with just whiteness I don’t wanna be white, I wanna be righteous So I may come off as being black or Asian I may come off as having gay persuasions I ain’t here to stir up your micro hatred These are macro raps I’m tryna change the matrix. God complex is an understatement Another understatement that I’m underrated I’m done hiding light, won’t find me wasted Problem in the now, you gon bet I’ll face it Be cool hallelujah, Elmore Cohen Oh man, so cold, the track done got frozen Come on in, as per usual I’m hosting No more cham, we alkali water toasting Om Quite a few times, but now I’m rapping again, No 9 to 5, acting or trapping again Got a new life, nothing whack or in sin Inglorious bastards, wait for la crème Crème de la crème crème of the crop I have a dream in which violence stops People feel empowered wearing just flip flops And we ain’t scraped the bottom of the barrel hiring cops If you want to know where to find Jon G, I’m the swagged out yogi it ain’t hard to find me. Soul so clean, but the flow grimey Cops still fucking with me even though Im living crime free Jon G, a phoenix rose from the ashes Went from weed, oxy, coke, bar sales and skipping classes To spreading love and joy via speakers to the masses I learned to look beyond behind my designer glasses. Om
4.
Musta known you in past life, Déjà vu, it’s like you just past twice Your being is past nice, never on past nights Who would have thought that this last night was last rights Or were they all just wrongs, since we’ve been together all along Finally I belong And now my life’s a song And I see you and me out at sea in sarongs. I just wanna be with you right here, right now No wrongs or rights right now, Just me just you just here just right now, right now I just wanna touch you taste you smell you breathe you Baby right now, I just wanna be with you right here, right now Right here, right now. Girl you’ve got me on some new things Got me calling you my boo thing Got these matching dollar store mood rings So we can monitor our mood swings When your feeling red or blue or green or brown Either way baby everyday I just wanna be with you be with you be with you be with you Ugh, let me paint a picture for ya Out here chillin, in California Wrapped up in the music and metaphysics Eating clean got a comfy spot, the crew can kick it Im just missing one piece, that queen in my realm That freak in the sheets That anchor out at sea That song so sweet That wife that’ll make this life complete So I’m just wishing and waiting I can quite with this dating Move on with my life but I know it takes patience Keep walking my path Searching for truth Searching for Christ Searching for you Searching for love And that love anew And it’s work and it hurts and I’m working it through But I know that it’s worth it, cuz you’re searching too
5.
System done messed up, let’s do something new I can I will I’m able to do They say the dude’s views is so askew But to me it seems the consumer is just getting consumed So to the old life and me: I bid adieu I saw the light, born anew I was subdued with accrued misconstrued taboos To undo I had to overdo I sat back in a moment of clarity Basked in that shit and lost all severity Cause once you see disparity and yet the similarity Realities a fabric of hilarity All is one and one need not count And there ain’t one thing that you can’t surmount Your alright now, I promise you You can, you will, you’re able to do I can I will I’m able No Myths, no fairytales, no fables How bout we teach how to live How bout we teach how to love How bout we teach how to give How bout we teach how to breathe How bout we teach how to live How bout we teach how to love How bout we teach how to give How bout we teach how breathe I can I will I’m able, I can, I’m human, I’m willing and able Bringing valid things to every table Thoroughbred even when asleep in a stable Haaay the revolution’s not on cable They profit off making us crazy and stable Appealing to the parts of us that like to label Stressed out day one in the hospital cradle But in spirit there ain’t no salary caps Religion’s result based Cuz now im relaxed, Breathing 9 counts in, 9 counts out Good eats in, lyrical feats out Getting in the women sinning digging them out Respectfully though, cuz that’s what living’s about Confucius say do this, Shiva say do that Hippies give me crystals, thugs say to stay strapped Country folk make food City folk make beats Jon G’s a foot soldier Pushing positive qi And guess what it’s all free
6.
Realness 04:14
Your Oms are like two semi-tones higher than eyes is Pineal gland, where the seat of the mind is I’m all up in mine, exploring the mind’s horizons And trust in this dawg it holds glittering prizes And how I spit is exactly how I live And how I live is exactly how I love And how it is is exactly how it was And how it did is exactly how it does So what we do is mix happiness and fun Exacto knife tracks, whack rappers have to run Hi-jacking material planes—9, 1, 1.. Momma says Im looking skinny in the 5, 1, 1s I still got lots to learn, this life 1, 0, 1 And I got faith in my team But I’m one on one A real muhfuckah, ha Done been one, Everythings all in place All done been one Om They gon’ hear this And they gon’ fear this But then they’ll feel this Cuz it’s got realness And once they feel this Then they can heal this Up they chillness Big Ups to realness If the little engine could, man think of what I can do I’ve fot this 454 SS, what’s inside of you? I ain’t even asking: ‘Yo Jon are they liking you’ I’m just trying to find God, bruh, and get that life anew So good night moon, good night stars, Good night old life, I’m where the wild things are I memorized them rhymes of hood life stuff And now I pen and pad to in put my love And for the most part Im done with input of drugs Priorities is shifted to output of hugs, Getting my subconscious thoroughly scrubbed, And bringing rooms together like lebowski’s rugs So officer, you mind if I do a jay? I promise it won’t make my moral truths go away And the taxes prolly help the problems in schools go away No? ok fine I’ll wait till you go away Silly policeman Always on some cop shit Rarely on some god shit Hating cuz they’re not shit And it’s clear to see we got shit And I know I’ve got this laid back flow And the BPMs are nice and slow But we still go hard Harder than a motherfucker drunk off cement Harder than my dick with a six day load and a chick down low Pre – busting siemen Jon G on the track, you best believe it Save the advise dog I don't need it I’m on that this Just in fly I’m beliebing Defriend spree, fuck boys get weeded Deep throat kick, snare balls get kneaded Cumming on the drums lyrical skeet skeeting Pineapple make it taste sweeter Stoned directing, natural born leader Yall damned the flow, I relieve the beaver I’m like an egg beater, teamed up with a meat cleaver The way the genres get chopped up, whipped topped frozen then locked up and rocked up The market’s so bare We need to get the bull stock up And best elect for protection or next time you’re gon get knocked up. Om.
7.
Well I think it’s time we close our tabs Throw our bodies up for grabs 4 deep in the backseat, like we’re driving cabs I think it’s time we close our tabs Every story ain’t been told As you can see This whole crew done broke the mold We will do anything except what we’re told The night is young and my body is not yet old So I think it’s time we close our tabs Throw our bodies up for grabs The more the merrier, Life’s the backseat of a cab I think it’s time we close our tabs Rich kids pay for all the drugs Apparently they love the company of some swagged-out R&B thugs They’re keeping our seats cold In all the hottest clubs Someone is paying for all this fun Long hair don’t care but I can’t be careless Sexiness’ll get me Jet Li fearless Try to save these bald heads No chicken or hairless But they just babble on in Babylon Oh so careless Oh so magic Yet oh so frail Oh so tragic How we build our own jail But not us love We’ve got trust For folks like us realness is a must Let gold souls glow Let cold steal rust And this rose gold grill’ll Incite some lust So I think it’s time that we get them checks And fuck it, tip em all like 300 percent Bigger picture, my regards Going up to the moon and stars Fuck cash Fuck credit Fuck debit cards I’ve got that, I don’t need it We’ve got that, we don’t need it You’ve got IT, you don’t need it And yeah I know positivity is the paramount But I’ve got a couple issues, Ima air them out There’s labels, twitters, instagrams Selfie girls and there’s facebook fans And then there’s real motherfuckers showing nothing but love Since whens a night over cuz they closed a club I’d never know what’s for sale if I ain’t gone in the store We’d never know what’s for sale if we ain’t gone in the store You’d never know what’s for sale if you ain’t gone in the store Eh? Think about it White lines lead us down a road But it seems to me, somewhere down that path it gets cold Maybe there’s more than what is bought and sold But I believe every story ain’t been told.

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released April 11, 2016

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