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