Tech N9ne - Now It's On (feat. Lejo) | Текст песни

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• Tech N9ne
• Now It's On (feat. Lejo)

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

[Verse 1: Lejo & Tech N9ne]
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 cl-ique, bliss is hanging that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on, shit on, hit on, get on the dick of this
Sl-ick 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?)
Now I got nongonococcal urethritis
I might just, make a nigga bite dust
When I bust plus can maybe feels great
Can it be ill?
Yes, sanity kills a real nigga but still
I'm wicked like Amityville
The best: the nine? Correct
Burn, now it's your turn
You must learn
Misery niggas the craze 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 niggas, cause it's on today

[Hook] (4x)
Now it's on, now it's on
Now it's on, now it's on, now it's on

[Verse 2: Lejo]
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

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Don't test me, Beatrice
Another colloquialism I came up with the bitch deep this twist
Better hurry pick a position I do for when you niggas submitted to Amerikilla did it and then 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