Soulchef We Gon' Turn It Out (feat. Jas Mace & Internal Quest)
Verse 1: Jas Mace
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Jason
Born on the 13th a Friday but no relation
But then again I don't pretend to be a friend of these
Wack emcees that make me want to strangle them
Wrap the mic cord around their neck, constrict like a boa's grip
Until they're blue and voice is sounding like it auto-tuned
I don't believe you even if you had more people
You still suck like the Lost Boys sequel
Had me thinking what the hell was you thinking
Must have been drinking, getting lifted in the Lincoln
Hot boxing until you're stinking
Dumb and clueless had a bet you wouldn't do this
But you did it, now you gotta feel the wrath of a critic
Birds of a feather get slaughtered together with
Venomous poems that's going straight to your dome
I roam like Romulus never knowing my home
I'm just a man of the planet travel the land doing damage
Hook: Jas Mace
And turn this shit up and sing along
Put the volume up to ten let your neighbors hear this song
It's from me to you, that's what I'm talking about
Singing we gon' turn it out
So turn this shit up and let the bass vibrate
Through your soul taking total control
And shout it out, that's what I'm talking about
Singing we gon' turn it out
Verse 2: Jas Mace
A lot of rappers nowadays are too arrogant
They're ego tripping, slipping on that nonsense they drinking and spilling
But really nobody's feeling you ain't appealing
And your metaphors are really metatwos dumbed down and basic
So face it, like race relations you ain't getting no better
I'm like Jerry smashing Tom on this cheddar endeavor so check it
For what it's worth I'm a stay down to earth
Like the gravity that grounds me if not go to plan B
Get a job hit the bank up for a mortgage
Who I'm kidding man that shit sounds boring
If I ain't touring overseas then I gotta be
In the booth breathing life into these stories
And I don't know what you call that crap
But it ain't rapping like Jehovah Witnesses on Christmases
You got no business in this, like pork distributors
In Saudi Arabia won't you join me on this pilgrimage
Hook: Jas Mace
And turn this shit up and sing along
Put the volume up to ten let your neighbors hear this song
It's from me to you, that's what I'm talking about
Singing we gon' turn it out
So turn this shit up and let the bass vibrate
Through your soul taking total control
And shout it out, that's what I'm talking about
Singing we gon' turn it out
Verse 3: Internal Quest
If the numbers ain't adding up someone get subtracted
Basic arithmetic sorry we don't deal with fractions
Someone tell the promoters don't short us Chuck Atkins
Can I watch ass shake like arthritic hands grabbing
Beast monster loch nest big foot
Godzilla bane when you open this notebook
Slap a rapper in his teeth if he talking word of mouth
Got em on his best behavior it's just like a open house
Open book test they looking for a easy pass
They only f..cking with the ugly bitches for some easy ass
Trying to get these bills paid you could pop a bottle
Their career in neutral mine is full throttle
And I ain't letting off the brakes
Couple friends turned atheist I swear they lost the faith
It's cool my chin high you would have thought I beat a case
You can Google Hip-Hop and you'll probably see my face
Hook: Jas Mace
So turn this shit up and sing along
Put the volume up to ten let your neighbors hear this song
It's from me to you, that's what I'm talking about
Singing we gon' turn it out
So turn this shit up and let the bass vibrate
Through your soul taking total control
And shout it out, that's what I'm talking about
Singing we gon' turn it out