Jake Hill - Die A King
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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' 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 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!" 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 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 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 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 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 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 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