Black Magic
Jonwayne Lyrics


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The news reporter he walked out of the TV
Brushed off his shoulders like he didn't even see me
Everything is green and black
The internet is real and my eyes are not intact
I'm realizing that I shouldn't be surprised in that
In fact my whole brain is filled with cannibals

Diplomats
I'm spinning out of control like the solar system
The only difference is I'm much faster than the sisters
Kissing babies and shaking hands on forsaken land
This is America, the product of an empty plan
And I'm American, so I guess I'm an empty man
Sitting in the studio with few friends and many fans
My job consists of peeling layers off like minivan
Scrape them in a track so I could sell them for a big advance

My mouth piece is a legend like Bagger Vance
I put a few syllables together and into a trance
No hooks still making them dance with certified funk
That these fakes could never have
Life's a bitch and I'm living it 'till the last
Put my past in the past, like getting in the fucking bag
I'm like a bandit up-standing
On my own train, abandoned my own name
So I could live out the fame
Jon Wayne, remember it for an alibi
You're innocent, you saw me taking out a passer-by

Now you know, that's a lie
These heads feel the verse
Like they were chewing on a pacifier
I'm not concerned with what my fans are consuming
I've been sober for three years
And trippier than a eunuch
So sue me

(I've been drinking though
I've been drinking, I'm not going to lie)

I feel like God isn't even trying to let me breath
But I'm back from the dead to keep rappers deceased
Back from the shed with emphatic disease
Keeping fans on the feet, like grass grabbing the cleats
Therapists lie down and tell me stories
Hypnotizing 'em for secrets and leave 'em for the morning
Serve bitches like divorce papers
I'm king of the minor circuit and I force majors

Diminished wages made for dominant behavior
This goon constructed cord in outer space and cut a razor
It's too soon to tell if I'm infinity
But there is nothing so imminent to kill my energy




No enemy dare step to the sea anemone
I'm chillin with my poisonous touch to brush with everything

Overall Meaning

In the song Black Magic, Jonwayne describes a disillusionment with the state of society, with references to the newscaster brushing him off as if he's not there and the realization that his brain is "filled with cannibals." He laments the emptiness of America's plan and his own identity as an "empty man," sitting in the studio with few friends and many fans. Despite this, he asserts his own power and talent as a rapper, with his mouthpiece being a "legend like Bagger Vance" and his ability to create certified funk. He talks about his experience with sobriety and the trippiness that comes with it, and he describes himself as being back from the dead to keep other rappers deceased.


The overall theme of the song seems to be a sense of dissatisfaction with the world, combined with an assertion of individual power and talent. Jonwayne sees the world as a flawed and empty place, and he's unwilling to be a part of that emptiness. Instead, he asserts his own worth and value, using his art to make a difference and to bring people together.


Line by Line Meaning

The news reporter he walked out of the TV
The news reporter on the TV seemed so real that it appeared as if he walked right out of it.


Brushed off his shoulders like he didn't even see me
The reporter ignored me and acted as if I didn't exist, which made me feel insignificant.


Everything is green and black
The world appears to be surreal, as if I'm living in a dream where everything is green and black.


The internet is real and my eyes are not intact
The online world seems more real than the real world, and I feel like I'm losing touch with reality.


I'm realizing that I shouldn't be surprised in that
It's not surprising anymore that the world seems unreal and that I feel disconnected from it.


In fact my whole brain is filled with cannibals
My mind is filled with negative and self-destructive thoughts, like cannibals eating away at my sanity.


I'm spinning out of control like the solar system
I feel like I'm losing control, like the solar system spinning out of its orbit.


The only difference is I'm much faster than the sisters
I'm moving so fast that even the planets in the solar system seem slow in comparison.


Kissing babies and shaking hands on forsaken land
Politicians visit troubled areas to gain popularity by meeting the people caught in the midst of the chaos.


This is America, the product of an empty plan
America was built on empty promises and unfulfilled dreams.


And I'm American, so I guess I'm an empty man
As an American, I'm part of a society that was built on empty promises, which makes me feel hollow.


Sitting in the studio with few friends and many fans
As a musician, I'm alone in my studio with only a few friends, but with many fans who appreciate my work.


My job consists of peeling layers off like minivan
In my profession, I have to dig deep to peel layers of emotions, experiences, and stories like peeling the layers of a minivan.


Scrape them in a track so I could sell them for a big advance
I use my experiences and stories to create music that could be sold in exchange for financial gain.


My mouth piece is a legend like Bagger Vance
My art of storytelling through music is so good that it is legendary, like the character Bagger Vance from the movie 'The Legend of Bagger Vance.'


I put a few syllables together and into a trance
With a few simple words and rhymes, I have the power to captivate the audience and take them into a trance-like state.


No hooks still making them dance with certified funk
Even without the usual catchy hooks, my music still makes the listeners dance and groove with the certified funk it carries.


That these fakes could never have
The artificial and fake musicians in the industry can never replicate the authenticity and soulfulness of my music.


Life's a bitch and I'm living it 'till the last
Life can be tough, but I'll live it to the fullest until the end.


Put my past in the past, like getting in the fucking bag
I don't dwell on my past mistakes, but rather leave them behind like putting them in a bag and forgetting about them.


I'm like a bandit up-standing
I'm rebellious and unconventional, but still have my principles that I stand by.


On my own train, abandoned my own name
I have embraced my own unique style and way of doing things, shedding my old name and identity to create something new.


So I could live out the fame
My new identity and style have propelled me to fame, which I'm determined to enjoy and live out to the fullest.


Jon Wayne, remember it for an alibi
I use my stage name Jon Wayne as an alibi to escape from my past and create something new and different.


You're innocent, you saw me taking out a passer-by
If someone accuses me of a crime, I can use Jon Wayne as an alibi to prove my innocence.


Now you know, that's a lie
I'm not really a criminal, so the idea that someone saw me taking out a passer-by is a lie.


These heads feel the verse
The listeners can feel the emotions and experiences I put into my music.


Like they were chewing on a pacifier
The listeners are so engrossed in the music that it's like they're pacified and under a spell, like a child chewing on a pacifier.


I'm not concerned with what my fans are consuming
I don't really care about what people think of me or my music, as long as I'm being authentic to myself.


I've been sober for three years
I haven't been taking drugs or alcohol for three years.


And trippier than a eunuch
Even without the influence of drugs, my mind is still creative and profound, like a eunuch who doesn't have any desires to distract him.


So sue me
I don't care if some people dislike or criticize me, they can try to sue me if they want.


I feel like God isn't even trying to let me breathe
I feel so overwhelmed and stifled that it's like even God is conspiring against me to prevent me from finding peace.


But I'm back from the dead to keep rappers deceased
Despite feeling like I'm struggling to survive, I'll never give up and will keep competing with other rappers even if it's draining.


Back from the shed with emphatic disease
I'm back with new music that carries an infectious energy and passion.


Keeping fans on the feet, like grass grabbing the cleats
My music keeps the fans moving and energized, like grass grabbing onto cleats in sport.


Therapists lie down and tell me stories
Even trained therapists need to lie down and tell me stories because I can't help but seize the spotlight in conversations.


Hypnotizing 'em for secrets and leave 'em for the morning
I have a way of captivating people and getting them to reveal their secrets and vulnerabilities, but I will leave them behind and move on in the morning.


Serve bitches like divorce papers
I'm ruthless and unforgiving when it comes to my music, and will serve anyone who stands in my way with the same ruthlessness as filing divorce papers.


I'm king of the minor circuit and I force majors
Although I may not be as mainstream as other artists, I have a dedicated following in the minor leagues, and I even force mainstream artists to pay attention to me.


Diminished wages made for dominant behavior
Although I may not make as much money as other artists, it motivates me to work harder and be more dominant in my craft.


This goon constructed cord in outer space and cut a razor
I'm an enigma and an outsider in the music industry, but I've still managed to create something unique and powerful, like constructing a cord in outer space and cutting it like a razor.


It's too soon to tell if I'm infinity
There's still a lot of time to tell if I'll be remembered forever or just fade away into obscurity.


But there is nothing so imminent to kill my energy
Regardless of my uncertain future, nothing could extinguish my passion and enthusiasm for music.


No enemy dare step to the sea anemone
I'm so fierce and dangerous that no enemy would dare to challenge me, like not touching a sea anemone because of its stinging tentacles.


I'm chillin with my poisonous touch to brush with everything
I'm calmly and confidently brushing up against everyone, infecting them with my unique brand of music that carries a deadly sting.




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