Now It's on Feat. Lejo

Lyrics

Wicked, wicked, now it's on
 I murder your whole city
 Nigga like Frank Nitty - hideous, insidious
 Niggas betta give me respect when I flex comin'
 Tech flows like amphibians
 From here to the Caribbeans
 Unexplored territories like Venus
 Niggas never seen the team that seems keenest
 Impairing your mind like Zimas
 Infrared beamers, keep your posse on my penis
 Now it's on
 Wicked shit is the link - a middle west flex
 The abyss to this bitch who diss this clique
 Bliss is hanging that bitch by the clitoris
 You get spit on, shit on, hit on, get on
 The dick of this slick niggara
 But you can always call the N9na
 A killer in America - Amerikilla
 I got skills to kill like overdosing pills
 Blood spills for million dollar bills
 You can't try to peel this or feel the illness
 Of a nigga that's coming out real
 I don't know why nigga you living a lie
 And plus I despise those who try
 A nigga like I this high and fly and sly
 Midwestside, so you just might die
 Check it out, I murder these hoes, Hercules flows
 My shit carries on like hepatitis
 The weak biters mean nothing to me
 Give me no fuckery foul like (what?)
 Nongonococcal urethritis
 I might just make a nigga bite dust
 When I bust plus calamity feels great
 Can it be ill? Yes
 Sanity kills a real nigga but still I'm wicked like Amityville
 The best: the N9ne? Correct
 Burn, now it's your turn, you must learn
 Misery niggas are crazed like 24 gang niggas on Sherm
 When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
 Tell these punk muthafuckas to leave me alone
 When I'm in the zone you get blown away
 Get the clones away, Mitch Bade nigga 'cause it's on today
 Now it's on, now it's on, now it's on
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 Now let me smoke and choke and let these niggas know
 That Lejo ain't brought no jokes
 Nigga better learn the ropes, we're like Cosa Nostra
 And'll fuck around and cut yo' throat
 Decapitation facing devastation nations
 When they raging can't stop this
 Nigga you can catch a fist, and you can rest in piss
 But the diss that you thought I missed
 I'm indestructible and untouchable
 Ain't giving a fuck about what you know
 I don't love no ho, I don't mug no mo'
 But I'm still collecting my other dough
 Now peep the rawness, my rhymes are flawless
 Fools get tossed for tryna floss like bosses
 People can call this the clique with no losses
 'Cause a nigga can flow from September to August
 Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees
 Niggas is easy to get down on your knees
 When you fucking with rhymes like these
 I always find that he's biting my shit, it's me he's trying to be
 No more chances, understand this
 I'm the man with the plan I stand from Kansas and this
 Weed enhances scandalous dances
 What is in my hands will take your last glances
 Fucking with a technicality
 That's what it gotta be, nigga sitting on the side of me
 My mentality makes fatality reality
 Split your anatomy, assault and battery
 Niggas pray to God we stop; we won't though
 Asking who's on the top, they don't know
 But don't no motherfucker in the motherfucking western motherfucking hemisphere really want Joe
 Associated with a deadly force
 We got codes, deeper than Morse, sounds like
 And needle points bullet shoot through a horse
 So of course, I'm leaving niggas dead like a corpse
 Don't test me Beatrice
 Another colloquialism I came up with the bitch, peep this twist
 People do pitiful shit I do unforgettable hits
 And niggas submitted Amerikilla, did it and got
 Aquitted, I flip in a minute, I'ma get them relish lips
 You can't sell us dips, we get high off K Bombay
 Packing hella heat like Pompeii
 Itch-May ade-Bay igga-Nay anyway
 I gets ill when I feel like gettin' biz
 You know what that is? I know what that is
 When I be ripping everybody know what that is
 Rewind - snomed ni a doG tip
 If anybody wanna catch this
 I just said "Fuck demons in a God pit" backwards
 And that's bomb futuristic attack shit
 Match this, takes hella practice
 To rips scripts nigga gotta be thorough
 I gotta make this shit make sense so I can say, "Made it Ma"
 Top of the world
 Give me life or give me death
 Death becomes the evil like Asmodeus
 I got a melodious flow
 It becomes odious changeable, untamable angel
 Anghellic, bustin' like a Magnum, Tom Selleck
 Missouri terror, sick of losing money at Harrah's
 Mac assassin like Antonio Banderas
 How many niggas you know our bust style?
 So ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild
 When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
 Like I said in the first zone
 Accident prone, but these niggas don't wanna flex with Tech when the heat is on
 Nigga, now it's gone
 Now it's on, now it's on, now it's on
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 Now it's on, now it's on
 Now it's on, now it's on, now it's on
 Now it's on, now it's on
 Now it's on
 

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Duration
05:10
Key
1
Tempo
138 BPM

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