SoulChef, Internal Quest, Jas Mace - We Gon' Turn It Out lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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