Wax, Dumbfoundead - It's On lyrics

A legend in the making
Straight record-breakin'
Tremors in your area, rap's Kevin Bacon
Elation, got the whole globe goin' apeshit
Cookin' in my kitchin - Stirrin'
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 runnin'
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 payin' 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 climbin' 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 lookin' 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 doin' 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 givin' you an ass-woopin'
But, I'm way past spittin' these days
On to the gettin' cheese phase
I ain't mastered it yet
The cash or the checks
Still ain't enough for livin'
And I need more paper like
I'm purchasin' from Dunder Mifflin
I don't know what the fuck you sniffin' -
But, if you dummies think you fuckin'
With me you fuckin' trippin'
Y'all ain't bringin' nothing different to the
Table where I feast at
Should have been discarded in
The grease trap, ease back

Big Wax and Dumb will keep movin'
Cause we've never been for
Settlin' for losin'
We're ahead of the pack while
Y'all dead in the back
Cause y'all wack motherfuckers stay snoozin'
Fast-forward while y'all in slow motion
We got the pedal to the metal y'all coastin'
So keep the champagne chilly
Cause we 'bout to do the damn thing
'Till we at the finish line, toastin'

Adrenaline rush
Never lettin' the dust settle
Levels ahead of you busters
Smokin' like Burt Reynolds

All you see is dirt pebbles
And sand hittin' your windshield
'Till you lose control
And skid into the in-field

Skin peeled back from the G-Forces
Be cautious
Reachin' 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