[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

Emcees get your lips stapled

Project Killah 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 your 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' emcees 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, godbless, 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 niggas 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]

For 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 the 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

Niggas 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, 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!