Now It’s On lyrics

by

Tech N9ne


[Intro]
Wicked, wicked, now it's on

[Verse 1: Lejo]
I murder your whole city
n*gga like Frank Nitty - hideous, insidious
n*ggas betta give me respect when I flex comin'
Tech flows like amphibians
From here to the Caribbeans
Unexplored territories like Venus
n*ggas never seen the team that seems keenest
Impairing your mind like Zimas
Infrared beamers, keep your posse on my p*nis

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Now it's on
Wicked sh*t is the link - a middle west flex
The abyss to this b*tch who diss this clique
Bliss is hanging that b*tch by the clitoris
You get spit on, sh*t on, hit on, get on
The di*k of this slick n*ggara
But you can always call the N9na
A killer in America - Amerikilla

[Verse 3: Lejo]
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 n*gga that's coming out real (Real)
I don't know why n*gga you living a lie
And plus I despise those who try
A n*gga like I this high and fly and sly
Midwestside, so you just might die
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Check it out, I murder these hoes, Hercules flows
My sh*t carries on like hepatitis
The weak biters mean nothing to me
Give me no f*ckery foul like (What?)
Nongonococcal urethritis
I might just make a n*gga bite dust
When I bust plus calamity feels great
Can it be ill? Yes
Sanity kills a real n*gga but still I'm wicked like Amityville
The best: the N9ne? Correct
Burn, now it's your turn, you must learn
Misery n*ggas are crazed like 24 gang n*ggas on Sherm
When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
Tell these punk muthaf*ckas to leave me alone
When I'm in the zone you get blown away
Get the clones away, Mitch Bade n*gga 'cause it's on today

[Chorus]
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
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
Now it's on, now it's on
Now it's on
[Verse 5: Lejo]
Now let me smoke and choke and let these n*ggas know
That Lejo ain't brought no jokes
n*gga better learn the ropes, we're like Cosa Nostra
And'll f*ck around and cut yo' throat
Decapitation facing devastation nations
When they raging can't stop this
n*gga you can catch a fist, and you can rest in p*ss
But the diss that you thought I missed
I'm indestructible and untouchable
Ain't giving a f*ck 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 n*gga can flow from September to August
Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees
n*ggas is easy to get down on your knees
When you f*cking with rhymes like these
I always find that he's biting my sh*t, 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
f*cking with a technicality
That's what it gotta be, n*gga sitting on the side of me
My mentality makes fatality reality
Split your anatomy, assault and battery
n*ggas pray to God we stop; we won't though
Asking who's on the top, they don't know
But don't no motherf*cker in the motherf*cking western motherf*cking 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 n*ggas dead like a corpse
*gun shot and sparking*

[Verse 6: Tech N9ne]
Don't test me Beatrice
Another colloquialism I came up with the b*tch, peep this twist
People do pitiful sh*t I do unforgettable hits
And n*ggas 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 (Bombay)
Packing hella heat like Pompeii (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 "f*ck demons in a God pit" backwards
And that's bomb futuristic attack sh*t
Match this, takes hella practice
To rips scripts n*gga gotta be thorough
I gotta make this sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas don't wanna flex with Tech when the heat is on
n*gga, now it's gone

[Chorus]
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
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
Now it's on, now it's on
Now it's on
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