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