We Gon Turn It Out - Jas Mace, Internal quest, Soulchef

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 fucking 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