On & On
On and on
On and on
Viro The Virus with Off Topic (On and on)
Can't stop it (On and on)
I've been wrecking sessions for years
Rhyming foul
And bringing contestants to tears
Like Simon Cowell
Dumping blue pills in a hunt for new thrills
Much too real to be a goody-two-heels
Human lab rat you can catch with a morphine pack
Strapped to my back
Writing raps, writing exact
Stuffing White Owls with dime sacks
On a night prowl with blind bats
Vampire!
Watch my cape flap
I spit sick and critics don't say jack
They just shiver and hit the playback
You'll find a hypodermic needle in a haystack
Before you'll find any verse of mine that you can say is whack
That's just plain facts
Been number one since before I could cum
And to this day I still remains that
Full of flavor like fried trout
Put up a peace sign, but only to poke both of your eyes out
V's stupid like Three Stooges
But reach global like T-Mobile
With each new hit
Evil genius drinking Easy Jesus
With a scheme to leave the scene sewn like a seamstress
Today's rappers got a lot of different ice grills
But got very little in the way of real skills
And still try to grab the mic and spit it fly
'Til I make them stop like hitting the Slip 'N Slide when it's dry
And keep it all in good fun
Life's a short bitch, but she's my only one
And I can't hit it
Or better yet she's a ditch and I can't dig it
Clip my spliff and I just lit it
Got me wishing for a death visit
Gripping a Pick6 ticket with no winning digits
But back to the linguistics
I drop sickness
And why push the envelope?
I drop-kicked it
Out of the box and off the handle
Shock the nation like a public scandal
No plan to stop like Huff & Gamble
Rough and tumble
Feeling fantastic
A basket case headed to Hell in a hand basket
So flee the set or be next
To battle me is like a Chia Pet vs. a T-Rex
Just give me respect
Nobody's hotter with rhymes or hotter with flows
I'm out of my mind, it's out of control
I rip the shit like Repo
Take it to the house like TO
Then repeat the show like Tivo
Perform in foreign coordinates
And you'd feel fortunate
If I were to tell you the long-and-short of it
I'm too sick
Hit the telly with two chicks
Who tell me my huge dick tastes like nougat
So skip town for pussy-footing around
Before I put my foot down
And get you put in the ground
I'm in the place to be, crazily rugged
With enough weed to fill a KFC bucket
It's the Big V gotta love it
Whether you bought, stole, or dubbed it
Yeah
Something new from me to you
Viro The Virus, New Jerus- through-and-through
Hey Top
What's up V?
Talk to 'em
When I write a rhyme I use every corner of my mind
It's amazing what I find when I take my sweet time
Flow smooth on every line like I'm hardly even trying
But I'm steady on the grind
So I never fall behind
Got it?
I rhyme ridiculous because I push the limits of my English
When I'm spitting this
Articulate so you can comprehend without a transcript
Don't trip and don't twist it
I'm strictly business
Tagged you, now I'm killing "it"
Deal with it
Scratching records while you scratch your pubics
Ripping mics while you rip movie tickets
Talking about biscuits, bitches, and riches
Should call your album "Three Wishes"
The self-destructing tape
Impossible mission
I'm just word-playing
I'm just saying
It's amazing
Mathematics like a Free Mason
Tighter than your shoe laces
Writing you from strange places
Laughing at the screw faces
Off Topic on the mic is like...
We are a nation full of people
Oblivious to the evil
Where's that leave us?
Vulnerable
That story needs to be told
It's difficult
Many lies are written in stone
Literal
Say exactly what I want you to know
I speak a dialect derived from the words in my home
I'd rather die than survive as a corporate drone
Attack of the clones
Controlled by a cellular phone
My best track cut back to a ring full of tones
I straight live on my toes
Not my heel or my soles
Couldn't catch me off guard with invisible cloaks
Choke you out on your throat
Hijacking the Pope
Rob the bank at gun point
Call it a loan
I paid dues in ways dudes couldn't walk in my shoes
I used to lose
Used to play by the rules
Another fool
'Til I wised up
Realized the greatest of truths
Stop searching, start living
'Cause you're already you
I spit ice 'cause I'm no dragon breath
Protagonist
Leading man killing side characters right and left
Got your respect so Hell will be blessed
When you finally press eject
Take my tape out the deck
Caliph-Now spin Tech's
Top's beats break necks
My man V kills shows like Sony writes checks
I pull strings
'Til you dance like marionettes
I sell jewels 'cause the profit is a thousand percent, stupid
Stupid, you did not get the memo
I just raised the bar up higher than your demo
I'm not white
I'm not black
Not Latino
I'm from Krypton
You can get clicked on
With my lingo
I promote peace, love, and harmony
Piss me off, I'll rip your arm off
Smack you up repeatedly
Hold your rhyme book up and wave it
Like a white flag
Forfeit
Throw the towel in
This one's in the bag
On and on
On and on
On and on
Yeah
We far from fake in the Garden State
On and on
My man Off Topic
Viro The Virus
On and on
Open your ears, your eyes, and your mind
On and on
Right now
On and on
You know what I'm saying?
On and on
On and on
Viro The Virus with Off Topic (On and on)
Can't stop it (On and on)
I've been wrecking sessions for years
Rhyming foul
And bringing contestants to tears
Like Simon Cowell
Dumping blue pills in a hunt for new thrills
Much too real to be a goody-two-heels
Human lab rat you can catch with a morphine pack
Strapped to my back
Writing raps, writing exact
Stuffing White Owls with dime sacks
On a night prowl with blind bats
Vampire!
Watch my cape flap
I spit sick and critics don't say jack
They just shiver and hit the playback
You'll find a hypodermic needle in a haystack
Before you'll find any verse of mine that you can say is whack
That's just plain facts
Been number one since before I could cum
And to this day I still remains that
Full of flavor like fried trout
Put up a peace sign, but only to poke both of your eyes out
V's stupid like Three Stooges
But reach global like T-Mobile
With each new hit
Evil genius drinking Easy Jesus
With a scheme to leave the scene sewn like a seamstress
Today's rappers got a lot of different ice grills
But got very little in the way of real skills
And still try to grab the mic and spit it fly
'Til I make them stop like hitting the Slip 'N Slide when it's dry
And keep it all in good fun
Life's a short bitch, but she's my only one
And I can't hit it
Or better yet she's a ditch and I can't dig it
Clip my spliff and I just lit it
Got me wishing for a death visit
Gripping a Pick6 ticket with no winning digits
But back to the linguistics
I drop sickness
And why push the envelope?
I drop-kicked it
Out of the box and off the handle
Shock the nation like a public scandal
No plan to stop like Huff & Gamble
Rough and tumble
Feeling fantastic
A basket case headed to Hell in a hand basket
So flee the set or be next
To battle me is like a Chia Pet vs. a T-Rex
Just give me respect
Nobody's hotter with rhymes or hotter with flows
I'm out of my mind, it's out of control
I rip the shit like Repo
Take it to the house like TO
Then repeat the show like Tivo
Perform in foreign coordinates
And you'd feel fortunate
If I were to tell you the long-and-short of it
I'm too sick
Hit the telly with two chicks
Who tell me my huge dick tastes like nougat
So skip town for pussy-footing around
Before I put my foot down
And get you put in the ground
I'm in the place to be, crazily rugged
With enough weed to fill a KFC bucket
It's the Big V gotta love it
Whether you bought, stole, or dubbed it
Yeah
Something new from me to you
Viro The Virus, New Jerus- through-and-through
Hey Top
What's up V?
Talk to 'em
When I write a rhyme I use every corner of my mind
It's amazing what I find when I take my sweet time
Flow smooth on every line like I'm hardly even trying
But I'm steady on the grind
So I never fall behind
Got it?
I rhyme ridiculous because I push the limits of my English
When I'm spitting this
Articulate so you can comprehend without a transcript
Don't trip and don't twist it
I'm strictly business
Tagged you, now I'm killing "it"
Deal with it
Scratching records while you scratch your pubics
Ripping mics while you rip movie tickets
Talking about biscuits, bitches, and riches
Should call your album "Three Wishes"
The self-destructing tape
Impossible mission
I'm just word-playing
I'm just saying
It's amazing
Mathematics like a Free Mason
Tighter than your shoe laces
Writing you from strange places
Laughing at the screw faces
Off Topic on the mic is like...
We are a nation full of people
Oblivious to the evil
Where's that leave us?
Vulnerable
That story needs to be told
It's difficult
Many lies are written in stone
Literal
Say exactly what I want you to know
I speak a dialect derived from the words in my home
I'd rather die than survive as a corporate drone
Attack of the clones
Controlled by a cellular phone
My best track cut back to a ring full of tones
I straight live on my toes
Not my heel or my soles
Couldn't catch me off guard with invisible cloaks
Choke you out on your throat
Hijacking the Pope
Rob the bank at gun point
Call it a loan
I paid dues in ways dudes couldn't walk in my shoes
I used to lose
Used to play by the rules
Another fool
'Til I wised up
Realized the greatest of truths
Stop searching, start living
'Cause you're already you
I spit ice 'cause I'm no dragon breath
Protagonist
Leading man killing side characters right and left
Got your respect so Hell will be blessed
When you finally press eject
Take my tape out the deck
Caliph-Now spin Tech's
Top's beats break necks
My man V kills shows like Sony writes checks
I pull strings
'Til you dance like marionettes
I sell jewels 'cause the profit is a thousand percent, stupid
Stupid, you did not get the memo
I just raised the bar up higher than your demo
I'm not white
I'm not black
Not Latino
I'm from Krypton
You can get clicked on
With my lingo
I promote peace, love, and harmony
Piss me off, I'll rip your arm off
Smack you up repeatedly
Hold your rhyme book up and wave it
Like a white flag
Forfeit
Throw the towel in
This one's in the bag
On and on
On and on
On and on
Yeah
We far from fake in the Garden State
On and on
My man Off Topic
Viro The Virus
On and on
Open your ears, your eyes, and your mind
On and on
Right now
On and on
You know what I'm saying?
On and on
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Writer(s): James Hampton Moore
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