Conway the Machine – The Chosen (ft. Jae Skeese) (Audio, Lyrics, Visualizer)

WON’T HE DO IT: Conway the Machine teases forthcoming project with new song, “The Chosen” featuring Jae Skeese. Listen, stream, watch visualizer, read the lyrics, buy the track produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League.

Conway The Machine is easily one of the best rappers in the game right now. Alongside Benny The Bucher and Westside Gunn, Conway was able to prove himself to a wide audience. However, now he is releasing music on his own, and the results have been fantastic. Every single new release has been better than the last, and fans are captivated. Overall, the last few years have been extremely productive for the rapper, and fans are expecting a new album. In fact, Won’t He Do It is his next album, and it seems like it could be dropping soon.

To promote this brand-new project, Conway The Machine has dropped a brand-new song. In fact, this song features the likes of Jae Skeese, who is a frequent collaborator of Conway’s. Overall, this new song is a very interesting prospect for fans. Conway has continuously upped the ante in terms of his craft, and it seems like this new song is yet another example of that.

Immediately upon putting on this song, we are met with some awesome production. If there is one thing for certain, it is that Conway The Machine has great taste in beats. Moreover, throughout the track, we get some clips of Shannon Sharpe talking to Skip Bayless. This makes for a unique break in the song. Furthermore, it lends itself well to some “Undisputed” puns. As for Jae Skeese and Conway, they deliver some amazing performances that will get fans hyped.

Conway the Machine – The Chosen (ft. Jae Skeese) (prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)

28 April 2023
1 Songs, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 Drumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Justice League

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]
They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me
Plottin’ to get it off me, this ain’t water, this shit coffee
Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosbys
A nigga still slidin’ with sticks like Sid Crosby
I used to flip doggy, got on my hip
I lift off me if niggas get froggy
Told the record label, “You got forty-eight hours,” like Nick Nolte
To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me
They send satellites to space and it traced an intelligent life when it came across me
Niggas gon’ be pourin’ out D’Ussé if niggas double cross me
The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y’all Kriss Kross to me
Y’all lil’ niggas got it backwards
Bro do the steppin’ and he not a Kappa
Push the black and yellow Maybach
Niggas thinkin’ I was cabber
It’s not a rapper that I fear, you niggas not a factor
Yeah, I cross my T’s, dotted my I’s
Rap nigga still struggle to eat, I’m not surprised
Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived
Third 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 you
And Weez used to tell me them niggas is drinkin’ hundred proof
Thinkin’ that they can fuck with you, so give ’em more lines and see a sucker [?]
Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin’ like a young Clair Huxtable
They say, “Machine, it ain’t fair if niggas dare fuck with you
It’s clear cut that you the king, nigga,” yeah

[Verse 3: Jae Skeese]
Machine lead the team, I’m runnin’ up the seam, nigga
It’s like Michael Thomas and Brees, nigga
I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, nigga
Opened up the lead, but we still runnin’ these flea flickers
Hm, Skip, that looked really good, Skip
You had to be impressed with what you saw (Drumwork)
I know you liked it, Skip
Look, I’m Slim Reaper when I hit speakers
Runnin’ for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don’t get breathers
I hit the gym and I suspend leisure
Finna 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 neither
My scorin’ numbers reflect this was my best season
You ain’t do enough work at the gym, yo chest weaker
I’m euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homie
I drop forty, still paddin’ up my stats, homie
Deadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homie
I got it on lock, it’s automatic like I had the mags on me
Telfar, I’m teed in my bag, homie
I’m in the lead with the most M.V.P. votes
I’m king James how I dominated the East coast, uh
And when it’s all said and done, it leaves two statistical categories
I’ma lead both, Machine ghost
Tell the truth [?], go ahead [?]
Is it my turn?
No, no, no (Oh), you can say you li–, nod if you like it
I like it

[Refrain: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts
It’s facts, undisputed, we ain’t no movin’ no goalposts
Our money from the 30 to [?], I cook ’em on slow roast
The other side really want no smoke (Yeah)
We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts
It’s facts, undisputed, we ain’t no movin’ no goalposts
Our money from the 30 to [?], I cook ’em on slow roast
The other side really want no smoke