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, MCs 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 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

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 Gs in Cali loc'd up When I was summoned Styles were mixed like the Drummonds Killer clown is coming, 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 fuck 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 yelling "Tech N9ne's vild!"

This place is my house I might as well erase my face with white 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 during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in and spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin' vertical Nose-first with the top off landing 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

Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold Yes, God bless, success, never forsake my 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

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

Revolution, revolution Revolution, revolution Revolution, revolution Revolution, revolution

I sway the TEC with the Tech and Sway Step away, weapon spray, rep today 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 tre, hit the deck and pray DJ Revolution, spinnin' like lead from out the Heck and K Tearin' your neck away, flood up the street with blood redecorate Until the head of Jakes investigate

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!

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!

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!

Ha ha ha! Fresh for 1999, you suckers!