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-RZA intro from "Airwaves"-
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[King Tech]
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One two, one two
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We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
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Brought to you by the WOOOORRRLLLD FAMOUS Wake-Up Show!
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[RZA]
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Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's get your lips stapled
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Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
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Sacred sword play tongue-twist, piercin holes in you
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You can't escape, 70,000 kilowatts blast through your box
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Woke wit alarm clocks, cars drivin slow down the block
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One stopped, parks pops his trunk
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Snare pops loud as glock shots
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Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
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We pause for radio station identification
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WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!
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[Tech N9NE]
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When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up
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Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned
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Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin
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Look around, your town is crumblin
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This Big Tech from the midwest, leavin MC's lipless
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On The Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
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Put me off in a cipher? Potna, you can't fuck wit the sniper
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Your flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper
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Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo
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Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
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Sway & Tech heard me flow and its sealed
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Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9NE's filled"
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[Eminem]
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This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out
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Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?)
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Climped out of a nice house,
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through the front window and heard this guy shout
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"Hey that's my couch, bitch!"
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Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
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While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
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And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible
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Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down
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You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
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I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved
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And Sway & Tech, two disk jokeys
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Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject
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[Xzibit]
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Lo and behold, better than platinum or gold
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Yes God bless success, never forsake your soul
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Xzibit take control, locked loaded and ready to roll
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Play the upper hand, a man that's never gon' fold
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Cuz your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up
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Or listen to my niggas Tech & Sway so you can Wake-Up
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The X-man, catch me doin drills in the Danger Room
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Big game hunting, from high-noon to the full moon
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
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From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assualts in small interims
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As horrid as Borris Kolaf was
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When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of flesh
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So the head won't fall off, hauled-off
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Sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked
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Why did he have to die like cast metal?
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O, huh, C now like Omar Credle
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We pone pedal at a high resolution
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On the Wake-Up Show wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution
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*DJ Revolution scratches*
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[Kool G Rap]
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I sway the tech wit the Tech and Sway
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Step away, wet and spray, rep the day
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Who over debt to pay get swept away
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Across the whole board like checker play
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When I blaze your whole sect' arrays
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Wake-Up Show for those slept away
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Niggas that the trey, hit the deck and pray
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DJ Revolution, spinnin like lead from out the heck-AK
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Tearin your neck away, flood up the street wit bloody decora'
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Until the head of jake investigate
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[Jayo Felony]
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What? Sway can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do wit it
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Tech can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do?
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Rev can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do wit it
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I can give it to you, Wha Wha Wha What What!
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[Chino XL]
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Yo yo Chino makes the world go 'round
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Fuckin up entire record companies like Harrel did to Motown
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Vominous talk, poison pen, hominous walk
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What flow will I destroy wit this time, the most commonest thought
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The drama that's brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry
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For instance, there's nothing in existence that can survive wit me
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Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Rand-all
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Wit style filed for sexual harrassment like Tisha Camp-bell
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You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
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I fuckin murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey
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Now who the master to beg? Your demo gets passed on the reg'
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You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
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I'm Wake-Up Show reppin wit Sway & Tech
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My tec's like Tekken, the industry weapon
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I'm Chino X, bring KRS in
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[KRS-One]
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De de de de de de da di day, KRS-One comin wit the Tech & Sway
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Yo, I rock up the littlest set, and on the biggest set
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As ill as it gets I still manage to wiggle your neck wit sweat
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Never forget, the bigger the budget the bigger the debt
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You gotta be willin to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
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But I'm willin to bet, on a Sway & a Tech
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They stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin respect
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Nevertheless I WRECK YOU, now you know what Sway & Tech do
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I'll be back but for now just sackle!
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FRESH, FOR NINETY-NINE YOU SUCKAS!!!
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The Anthem
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| Sway & Tech w/ DJ Revolut |
