It's On Songtext

The game changed to a stereotypic place
You either gotta sell crack or take caps to the face like
In that case better clear the stage
Cause' Neusey bout to take a few clips in the fucking leg
But it's self-inflicted my healths been blistered
Cause' sleep ain't a option when I'm shopping my shifts kid
I'm robbing for riffs and if the shops ain't shipping
I gotta stock the block with the hot shit to keep me living (cause')

(Chorus)

It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I put all my heart in these songs so
It's On And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I ain't going nowhere now so it's on

(Verse 2)

How the fuck do you expect me to get checks and respect
When ethics and obstacles swallow my body neck and head
Shed tattoo tears so I can match you there
Cause' me being myself ain't filling them fucking chairs
Cheers - here's to our fear's toast with stale beers
Coast - most importantly ghosts that we hoped were still here
Rose to no occasion - dropped every shot I got
When the going got tough kept flowing and never stopped
Considered quitting shit I considered a lot
But when I considered slitting saw a vision of my mom
In the - palm of my hand laid my - future in plans
But I ain't do enough it passed me up and here I stand
A broken man awoke in a land flowing with sand
Covered with prints none of them fitting his feet or hands
But all I need in this life of sin
Is me and my mother fucking pen (cause')

(Chorus)

It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I put all my heart in these songs so
It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I ain't going nowhere now so it's on

(Verse 3)

I'm sick and tired and tired of being sick of these imitations
When half of these faggots can't even comprehend what I'm saying
That's why I save what I'm saying to savor the flavor for later tasting
I'de rather be locked in a coffin with caution tape casing
Laid in a grave with razor blades and a Jason
Mask fore' I clap at these jackasses who wasting
The game for a chain so my days is rainy
So fuck everybody from here on out who doubted me
And thanks for pulling the worst and negative out of me
I guess I've been blessed with a life full of stress
Sluts and assholes and knives jabbed in my chest by the best of em'
A lot of mother fuckers wanna talk credibility
But I don't have a gat or sell crack so what you think of me
Does the fact that I can rap not matter after that
Matter fact if I could go back I'd grab my mask out the trash
And bury that bitch deeper with the devil so I never would have rapped
Always knew to fall but never learned how to stand
With a pen in my hand you can never tell me I can't
Got money on my mind and the mind of a broken man

(Bridge)
It's on
It's on
It's on
It's on
It's on
It's on

(Chorus)

It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I put all my heart in these songs so
It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I ain't going nowhere now so it's on

It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I put all my heart in these songs so
It's On
And I ain't gon' stop until
I'm Gone
You can jack all the beats that you want
That I wrote
An eye for an eye
And a knife for your throat
I ain't going nowhere now so it's on

(Thanks to JR for these lyrics)