Great Day

Consider the following:

I am the Jon Of The Year.

J.O.D.Y.

It has been proven time and time again. The invincible, miraculous, immaculate, impenetrable, unbeaten Jon Whiting. It can be proven with science and data charts and pie graphs conjured up by Carl Sagan; Jon is the greatest Jon of all time. I wish someone would have persuaded Jon otherwise.

It is not completely unfathomable, your glasses are not smudged your ears or not full of wax. I think. You are in the presence of greatness, every time you receive a musty hug from Jonny Boy, every time catch a slight glance of my bloodshot eyes from Jonny Bravo, every time you hear a stuttered sentence leave the lips of Jon-Jon, you should really thank him.

The awkward dance moves, the hour-long phones calls when yelling in your earpiece, the endless memes that have been golden-showered through your eyes, the anal punctuality at rao concerts; most people pay for this experience.

That’s right; the broken, broke, anxiety-driven, ashy, dehydrated, overzealous, distraught Juvy Jon has arrived through on your doorstep. And where will you be?

Madvillain created "Great Day" produced with Madlib, normally belted out in the car as I am riding through I-70