Song Lyrics

"It's on"
"It's on"
"It's on 'til the death"
"It's on 'til the death till we settle the score" [Repeat: x2]

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 y'all, 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 nothin' 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 f*ck if cats feel my records
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' y'all 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 want to run with the some of the

Illest niggas in the motherfuckin' Western Conference
Bring it on and I'm a smash yo shit
My School Yard click, we got cash to get

[Chorus: x2]
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!

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 ideas 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 still 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 who need 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 f*ck 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 type of cat to pull a plug in your part
Ain't nothin' sweet, we leave niggas with slugs in they heart, for real

[Chorus: x2]

"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"

Al L Green, James Samuel Iii Harris, James Harris Iii, Mabon Lewis Hodges, Terry Lewis, Juanita Stokes

The duration of It's On is 4:00 minutes and seconds.