It's On

(album: Clockwise - 2010)

A legend in the making, straight record-breaking
Tremors in your area, rap's Kevin Bacon
Elation, got the whole globe going apeshit
Cooking in my kitchin Stirring up my cake mix
Went from the 8-Bit to Avatar money
3-D in your face, put your glasses on sonny
Never been the same since I saw my first hundred
Usain Bolt-ed and I've never stopped running
Always been broke Fuck an economic crisis
People in my neighborhood never owned nice shit
I'm'a be the first to be a boss, call me bison
The drive of a racecar, before I had a license
I've earned respect from the people you respect
You would've thought it was Aretha in the flesh
Been paying dues, we ain't equally in debt
I've learned from the best, the top teachers in the West

(It's on)
The fire's been lit, the drive is sick
We climbing non-stop to the top, as high as it gets
(It's on)
And once it's on there's no off switch
All of the homies looking at me like I've lost it
(It's on)
Watch all hell break loose
I put it on my Mom that I will break through
(It's on)
And when it's on it's on
It's the Wax and Dumbfoundead phenomenon

I be that raw rhyme bastard, multi-tasker
Sing, rap, and hustle doing it all while plastered
The raw file captured and mixed and mastered by my damn self
While y'all demand help like a damn elf
Tryna reach the top shelf in the kitchen
We done slaughtered to wilt the competition
Me and Dumb revolve for the wealth of composition
That felt the opposition like your father giving you an ass-wooping
But I'm way past spitting these days
On to the getting cheese phase
I ain't mastered it yet, the cash or the checks
Still ain't enough for living
And I need more paper like I'm purchasing from Dunder Mifflin
I don't know what the fuck you sniffing
But if you dummies think you fucking with me you fucking tripping
Y'all ain't bringing nothing different to the table where I feast at
Should have been discarded in the grease trap, ease back

(It's on)
The fire's been lit, the drive is sick
We climbing non-stop to the top, as high as it gets
(It's on)
And once it's on there's no off switch
All of the homies looking at me like I've lost it
(It's on)
Watch all hell break loose
I put it on my Mom that I will break through
(It's on)
And when it's on it's on
It's the Wax and Dumbfoundead phenomenon

Big Wax and Dumb will keep moving
Cause we've never been for settling for losing
We're ahead of the pack while y'all dead in the back
Cause y'all wack motherfuckers stay snoozing
Fast-forward while y'all in slow motion
We got the pedal to the metal y'all coasting
So keep the champagne chilly
Cause we 'bout to do the damn thing
'Till we at the finish line, toasting

Adrenaline rush, never letting the dust settle
Levels ahead of you busters smoking like Burt Reynolds

All you see is dirt pebbles and sand hitting your windshield
'Till you lose control, and skid into the in-field

Skin peeled back from the G-Forces, be cautious
Reaching speeds that make you feel nauseous

Exhausted by this race, you lost it by a landslide
We taste victory Y'all swallow your damn pride