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check it out - soulchef & marchitect lyrics

intro: marchitect
this is marchitect, chillin with my man soulchef, we just stepped off the plane, yeah, brought a couple of the homies with me, bringing that hip hop to your town, ready to shut down, yeah

verse 1: jas mace
check it out watch your mouth like you’re lip syncing
discriminating practices cuz whackness i don’t mix with (get outta here)
but with the quickness i handle this business (uh huh)
burn a rapper’s pages if his diction all fiction
ain’t speakin what your livin round here we don’t have that (they don’t have that)
walking on these whack emcees like tatami mats (haha)
you’re rap slacker real sound (real sound)
stop stealing from the underground like crooked minors (come on)
where the real rhymers dwell so deep it’s prolly h*ll for you pop facts (pop facts)
with your nursery rhymes (uh huh)
dumb down your sound so much it’s hot garbage
far past r*t*rded, you missed the whole harvest (you missed it)
that means you’ll never mature, you’re boring me kid
find some new concepts to write about
now you can scream and shout until your voice is gone
but you’ll never be the author of a classic song
so

hook: marchitect
check it out, yeah, yeah you don’t stop
(x6)

verse 2: mr. winston
yo, ha, yo, yo
my father’s hereditary embedded in me
empowers me with the power to see the forward in thee
the furor the foul the flagrant air one
i bawl so raw my love is gonna hate me
mr. winston you can call me sir for short
i play smash mouth why you mad deserve the sport
soul scratched the first impression i make the first dent
all you claim to be hot but cats couldn’t burn lint
so man your battle stations if there’s a man up in it
i live in a burning house with all my fam up in it
and opportunity knocks, success show up
i answer the door and everything blow up
know what, i’m left brain right brain
half crazy, iron fist tight rain
the drifter erica divider
road to riches, designated driver

hook: marchitect
check it out, yeah, yeah you don’t stop
(x6)

verse 3: marchitect
yeah, yeah you don’t stop like some worn down brake pads
i whip out the mic, no more clowns break path
finito a big shoutout to frankito (what’s good)
and now you figured out you’re gonna need a plan b bro
i see you got a style that’s simply faker than placebos
but in reality you’re scripted like an mtv show
me and soulchef gonna keep it 100
i got a million rhymes yo we got the drums bumping
i don’t sweat the critics, i just go out and get it (yep)
you got a rotary dial style, no digits
so frigged my style is so cool
my style is so wild like a school with no rules
flunk punks like chowder, post up like a blogger
i keep the track and flip it, take sips from the logger
this is more proper, but when it comes to hammer time
i get busy, that’s why the fans don’t stand in line

hook: marchitect
check it out, yeah, yeah you don’t stop
(x3)

outro: marchitect
yeah, now what you just heard was history in the making, marchitect on mic number 1, jas mace on number 2, and my man mr. winston from the invisible bullets on mic number three, doin it up from the us to new zealand, soulchef banging on them drums man, and we out

- soulchef marchitect lyrics

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