Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now It's on, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 Carribeans |
| Unexplored territories like Venus |
| Niggas never seen the teen the teams keenest |
| Impairing your mind like Zimas |
| Infrared beamers, keep your posse on my penis |
| Now it’s on |
| Wicked’s in this, the link a Mid to 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 Nina |
| 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 bite us, 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, now it’s on, now it’s on |
| Now let me smoke and choke, let these niggas know |
| That Lejo ain’t brought no jokes |
| Nigga better learn the ropes, we’re like costra 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 and 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 trying to 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, deep 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’mma get them relish lips |
| You can’t sell us dips |
| We getting high off K Bombay |
| Packing hella heat like Pompeii |
| Itch-made abay 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, slemet, niet |
| If anybody wanna catch this |
| I just said, «Fuck demons"and it got bent 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 |
| Podious 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 I 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 |