Testo It's on Fat Joe

It's on

"It's on" "It's on" "It's on till the death" "It's on till the death till we settle the score" [Inspectah Deck] 2x [Planet Asia] Ceremonial Master, crackin at your function I bless tracks lovely off a fresh pack of Dutches I'm cruddy to the floor, catch me runnin with the grimy ones Big up to my seventh grade teacher, Mr.
Jamison Peace to Shirly Roe who made sure I graduated outta high school And peace to my peers who never hated This is for ya'll, I spit and take raps to new horizons Jiggy on some Tip shit, I make the bitches get Vivrant Buttnaked in the tell-all X, ain't nuttin sacred I write rhymes dolo on the low-low, blowin ???
Whether you're thuggin for the cause or on some space shit I place photos of grateness to ya, totally wasted Khalil collective, revealin now we real selective I spill a to perfection is done Give a fuck if cats feel myrecords This be the chamber, tunnel vision apply To the mic, just like science of mind behind numbers Note that I came from Fresno, California where my game's from A place I met Ras before there was a Cali Agents We been in the trenches for years, and hittin up stages And we, still in the game, still shakin ya'll niggas cages Worldwide from armaggedon, trasmittin transcripts Plans mission place your bets and watch your man get ripped And this is the part where my manuscripts transists From state of thought to something self scientific Cali Agent Number two, bleedy eye Who wanna run with the some of the Illest niggas in the mothafuckin Western Conference Bring it on and I'ma smash yo shit My School Yard click, we got cash to get [Chorus] 2x This is how it goes, we be killin the flows We illin in shows, next year ya'll be stealin the clothes Chillin and blow, fresh gear, with the video shown And hoe knows I keep the cities on sown IT'S ALWAYS ON! [Planet Asia] Rockin it raw, exactly who I'm rockin this for I'm rockin this for, Cali Agents, Potle Block and that's all Don't stop and it's more We droppin it hot in the store In the mall, niggas was plottin and get socked in the jaw We be eight deep, fifteen deep, twenty deep I also bungee jump beats one deep to keep myself company I switch i-deas while you sit and write "Bobby" Unaware and about to get slapped lopsided As the legacy unfolds, the saga begins Another decade of warriors still holdin ON To rituals for cats to stil follow the trends Of those before us, two thousand next level and now we back again Time mind travelin Divine rhyme gatherin Prime imperial incognito on a Saturday I'm like a stimulant for those whoneed a fix Appealin when it's time to shine And tell my foes to eat a dick! I blow spots just like radical groups Give a fuck if your crew sucks I'm draining all of they battery juice To all my niggas livin large, watch me Capitilze and invest in property While I'm still sellin copies For the love of the art, this is where the bubblin starts Lord soundwaves supreme, the quiet thunderin dark Cold winded tyep of cat to pull a plug in your part Ain't nothin sweet, we leave niggas with slugs in they heart, for real Chorus 2x "It's on" "It's on" "It's on" "It's on till the death" "It's on till the death till we settle the score" "It's on" "It's on til the death till we settle the score" "Yeah...that's right"