Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese - The Chosen Lyrics

[Intro]Justice League[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost mePlottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffeeBrownstones, bitch, this the CosbysA nigga still slidin' with sticks like Sid CrosbyI used to flip doggy, got on my hipI lift off me if niggas get froggyTold the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick NolteTo restructure the deal, the numbers only insult meThey send satellites to space and it traced an intelligent life when it came across meNiggas gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if niggas double cross meThe wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to meY'all lil' niggas got it backwardsBro do the steppin' and he not a KappaPush the black and yellow MaybachNiggas thinkin' I was cabberIt's not a rapper that I fear, you niggas not a factorYeah, I cross my T's, dotted my I'sRap nigga still struggle to eat, I'm not surprisedLook, I got it out of the streets and I survivedThird degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Woah)[Verse 2: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]Look, I make them salty motherfuckers uncomfortable'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle youAnd Weez used to tell me them niggas is drinkin' hundred proofThinkin' that they can fuck with you, so give 'em more lines and see a sucker suitsMachine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair HuxtableThey say, "Machine, it ain't fair if niggas dare fuck with youIt's clear cut that you the king, nigga," yeah[Verse 3: Jae Skeese]Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, niggaIt's like Michael Thomas and Brees, niggaI took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, niggaOpened up the lead, but we still runnin' these flea flickersHm, Skip, that looked really good, SkipYou had to be impressed with what you saw (Drumwork)I know you liked it, SkipLook, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakersRunnin' for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don't get breathersI hit the gym and I suspend leisureFinna be a hundred emcee, a new champ, and drum swept leaders[Verse 4: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]And we ain't even break a sweat neitherMy scorin' numbers reflect this was my best seasonYou ain't do enough work at the gym, yo chest weakerI'm euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homieI drop forty, still paddin' up my stats, homieDeadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homieI got it on lock, it's automatic like I had the mags on meTelfar, I'm T'd in my bag, homieI'm in the lead with the most M.V.P. votesI'm King James how I dominated the East coast, uhAnd when it's all said and done, it leaves two statistical categoriesI'ma lead both, Machine ghostTell the truth, yeah, go ahead say itIs it my turn?No, no, no (Oh), you can say you li–, nod if you like itI like it[Refrain: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]We hold it down, East to West, on both coastsIt's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalpostsOur money from the three-O to low post , I cook 'em on slow roastThe other side really want no smoke (Yeah)We hold it down, East to West, on both coastsIt's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalpostsOur money from the three-O to low post, I cook 'em on slow roastThe other side really want no smoke