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.
[Verse 1:]
Bobby Steels, Staple' tales
MC's get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill
Is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred sword play tongue twist piercing holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast through yo' box
Walk with alarm clocks
Cars driving slow down the block
One stopped, parks
Pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in ya face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Tech is on.
[Verse 2:]
When I woke up
I grabbed the mic and never choked 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 coming look around your town is crumbling
This Big Tech from the Midwest, leaving MC's litless
On the Wake Up Show
Make up no stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cypher
Partner, you can't kcuf with the sniper
Your flow's premature, clean your dirty 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 N9ne vild!"
[Verse 3:]
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face with 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 flipping vertical
Nose-first with the top off landing up-side down
Get tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved
Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys
Breaking so many freaking needles
I wonder if they inject.
[Verse 4:]
Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold
Yes, God bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, lock 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 doing drills in the Danger Room
Big game hunting from high noon 'til the full moon.
[Verse 5:]
With synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in small interims
As horrid as Boris Karloff was, when I cut ya 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, see, now like Omar Credle
We pone pedal at a high resolution
On the Wake Up Show with Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution.
[Verse 6:]
I sway the tec 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 who slept away
Niggas that met the trey, hit the deck and pray
DJ Revolution, spinnin' like lead from out the head decay
Tearin' your neck away, flood up the street with blood redecorate
Until the head of Jake investigate.
[Verse 7:]
Sway can give it to but whatcha gon' do wit it
Tech can give it to you but whatcha gon' do
Rev can give it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it
I can give it to you, wha-wha-wha-what-what.
[Verse 8:]
Yo yo, Chino make the world go 'round
Fucking up entire record companies like Harrell did to Motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, hominous walk
Which flow will I destroy you with this time
The most commonest thought
The drama that's brought
Caught us in the midst of a sibling rivalry
For instance, there is nothing born in existence that can survive with me
Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Randall
My style foul for sexual harassment like Tisha Campbell
You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fucking murder your young style like Jon Benet Ramsey
Now who the master to beg, your demo get passed on the reg'
You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
I'm Wake Up Show repping with Sway and Tech
My tec's like Tekken, the industry weapon
I'm Chino X, bring KRS in.
[Verse 9:]
De-de-de-da-de-de-de-da-di-day
KRS-One comin' with 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
Willing to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
But I'm willing to bet, on a Sway and a Tech
They stay in effect
Never been a pain in the neck, they gaining respect
Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what Sway and Tech do
I'll be back but for now just seckle
Ha-ha-ha, fresh for 1999 you suckers.
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