[Intro: King Tech]
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: RZA]
Bobby Steels, Staple' tales, MC's get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred swordplay, tongue-twist
Piercin' holes in you, you can't escape
70,000 kilowatts blast through yo' box
Walk with alarm clocks, cars drivin' slow down the block
One stopped, parks, pops the trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M80 in your face
Cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
[Interlude]
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Tech is on
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
When I woke up, I grabbed the mic and never choked up
Busted a verse and all the G'z in Cali loc'd 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 listless 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, cryo gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
Sway and Tech heard me flow, and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yellin' "Tech N9ne's vild-uh!!"
[Verse 3: Eminem]
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face with Wite-Out
‘Cause y'all can't see me like Ma$e'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!!"
Pull a 9 out durin' a rhyme bout
While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in it and spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin' vertical
Nose-first with the top off, landin' upside-down
Get 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 freakin' needles, I wonder if they inject?
[Verse 4: Xzibit]
Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold
Yes, God bless, success, never forsake the 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 (Yeah)
Or listen to my n***as Tech and Sway so you can wake up
The X-Man, catch me doing drills in the Danger Room
Big game huntin' from high noon to the full moon
[Verse 5: Pharoahe Monch]
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 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! Haha, see, now like Omar Credle
We 'pon pedal at a high resolution
On the Wake Up Show with Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution
[Break]
Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution
[Verse 6: Kool G Rap]
I sway the TEC with Tech and Sway
Step away, wet and spray, rep today
Who owe the debt to pay get swept away
Across the whole board like checker play
When I blaze, your whole sect' erase
Wake Up Show for those who slept away
N***as that met the tré hit the deck and pray
DJ Revolution, spinnin' like lead from out the Heck and K
Tearin' your neck away
Flood up the street where blood redecorate
Until the head of Jakes investigate
[Interlude: Jayo Felony]
Sway can give it to, 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!
[Verse 7: Chino XL]
Yo, yo, yo, Chino make the world go 'round
Fuckin' up entire record companies like Harrell did to Motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, ominous 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 filed for sexual harassment, like Tisha Campbell
You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fucking murder your young style, like JonBenét 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-reppin' with Sway and Tech
My TEC's like Tekken, the industry weapon
I'm Chino X—bring KRS in!
[Verse 8: KRS-One]
De-de-de-da-de-de-de-da-di-day (Hey!)
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, 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 Tech, 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 seckle!
[Outro: KRS-One]
Hahaha! Fresh for 1999, you suckers!
