"It's on" 

"It's on" 

"It's on till the death" 

[Inspectah Deck]"It's on till the death till we settle the score" [x2]



[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 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! 



[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 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"