Sway & King Tech, KRS-One, RZA, Kool G Rap, Chino XL, Xzibit, Eminem and Pharoahe Monch - Anthem

Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show

Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred sword play tongue-twist, piercin' holes in you
You can't escape, seventy thousand kilowatts blast through your box
Grew up with alarm clocks, cars drivin', slow down the block
One stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
Wake up, wake up (wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)

When I woke up, I grab the mic and never chocked up
Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned
Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin'
Look around, your town is crumblin'
This Big Tech from the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless
On the Wake Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Patna, you can't fuck wit' the sniper
Your flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper
Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo
Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
Sway and Tech heard me flow and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9nes's vild"

This place is my house
I might as well erase my face wit white-out
'Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?)
Climbed out of a nice house
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
"Hey that's my couch, bitch"
Pull a nine out during a rhyme 'bout
While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in it, spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin' vertical
Nose first with the top off landin' upside-down
You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg with my nuts shaved
It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys
Breakin' so many friggin' needles, I wonder if they inject

Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold
Yes, God bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, locked, loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that's never gon' fold
'Cause your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up
Or listen to my niggas Tech and Sway so you can wake up
The X-man, catch me doin' drills in the Danger Room
Big game hunting, from high-noon to the full moon

With synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in small interims
As horrid as Borris Kolaf was
When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of skin
So the head won't fall off
Hauled-off, sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked
Why did he have to die like cast metal?
Oh, huh, see now like Omar Credle
We pone pedal at a high resolution
On the Wake Up Show wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution

I sway the tech wit the Tech and Sway
Step away, wet and spray, rep the day
Who over debt to pay get swept away
Across the whole board like checker play
When I blaze your whole sect' arrays
Wake Up Show for those slept away
Niggas that met the Trey, hit the deck and pray
DJ Revolution spinnin' like lead from out the heck-AK
Tearin' your neck away, flood up the street with bloody we decorate
Until the head of Jake investigate

What? Sway can give it to you, but what you gon' do with it
Tech can give it to you, but what you gon' do?
Rev can give it to you, but what you gon' do with it
I can give it to you, wha-wha-wha-what-what

Yo, yo, Chino makes the world go 'round
Fuckin' up entire record companies like Harrel did to Motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, ominous walk
What flow will I destroy wit this time, the most commonest thought
The drama that's brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry
For instance, there's nothing born in existence that can survive wit me
Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Randall
With style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Campbell
You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fuckin' murder your young style like JonBenét Ramsey
Now who the master to beg? Your demo gets passed on the reg'
You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
I'm Wake Up Show reppin' wit Sway and Tech
My TEC's like Tekken, the industry weapon
I'm Chino X, bring KRS in

De-de-de-da-de-de-de-de-de-da-di-day
KRS-One comin' wit' the Tech and Sway
Yo, I rock up on the littlest set, and up on the biggest set
As ill as it gets, I still manage to wiggle your neck with sweat
Never forget, the bigger the budget the bigger the debt
You gotta be willin to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
But I'm willin to bet, on a sway and a TEC
They stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin' respect
Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what Sway and Tech do
I'll be back but for now just sekkle
Fresh, for ninety nine you suckas

Written by:
Lawrence Krsone Parker, Scott Monroe Sterling, Robert Diggs, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson, Derek Keith Barbosa, Alvin Nathaniel Joiner, Marshall Mathers, Troy Jamerson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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