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Wake-Up International [unverified]
This is hip-hop music, and is all we got
Representin worldwide
Give it up y'all, the Wake-Up Show
Sway and

Yo, that's the man Rock, so if you can stand I be doin'
Yo, who you think you're foolin', be shittin' when I be screwin'
crew's doo-doo and you seem to think that I be jokin'
Buckshot got me as you get your body broken

Foldin' hoes get dropped like and
Fear of my boot camp'll have you like a nose
Man, I sniff, I pussy on the set
But he jet 'cuz I like my nigga's pussy wet
Boo yah, do ya, your wigs pushed back

Black I swing bats and break backs crackerjacks
I'm just that, damn, type cold but all they really need is rep
Word to miz Mr. Flipsta flips wit bigger shit wit an extra clip
Longer than my kneecap to my hip, now you the Fifth
Used to riff, guess, I should've you was bluffin'
You better your melon kid 'fore Ra throw a slug in

My culture, ya, sculpture, vultures
Who insult the lyrics that Big wrote ya
Bitch ass niggas don't wanna test the
Word is God, I think you best to chill
See I splash flesh, money crash test dummies
And cash checks when radios pump me

Due to circumstances in my lyrical
Another man die, why? 'Cuz of my enhancements
Transmit, over bass and your treble
Then I'm vexed 'cuz the can't take me to that next level
If came to shove, I push drugs, shove slugs
In mugs who show the Ruck no love

You probably heard me on The throwin' a tantrum
Now the kidnappin' platinum rappers for ransom
Murder 'em at random, hand 'em they cranium on a
scatter, splatter your bladder, niggas got to add up the data
They scatter I brings the whoo-ra, I'm in this game to stay

You couldn't put me out if name was neutron
My recital's prime to climb, homicidal rhymes
My rival's minds and time, they vital signs
Your title's mine, resign, you blind
every line's designed to shine

And I'm all the lyrical skills advancing
Tech drops the beat, I starts the verbally break
'Cuz first I do my foot work I break it down to my knees
And now I'm spinnin' on my back [unverified]
Better stop and freeze, please, you MC's ain't never wanna

You need to make like a section and cut it out
I'm pure devotion, dosin', the field have chosen
To analyze my but most men catch emotion sickness
'Cuz my intelligence quotient goes deep as the Mediterranean

Me and Sway in the concrete jungle commotion
Our blood might be boilin' but our attitude is
See me pass up a chance to rip shop, naw be worse
Than Herc sayin', "Fuck hip-hop, ya'll, that'll never happen"

I'll be bustin' even after half the major labels
Financially this rappin', rhymin's my first love
been wit me from the start, I exchange vowels
Wit my styles, now till death do us part

exhaust dust, I lace tracks quick, in tournaments
I can't fit the throne that I sit is permanent
Splashin' Lugers wit my Zulu observe the numero uno
Schoolyard assassin' fastin to sock it to you

Fuck a team my theme's state of the art, up
And cross sellin' 'em dubs over a pub by the quarts
Now how that sound, Fresno, even on the map now
holdin' down the back ground

We chips for rings and championships
Desperado wit the convo, guerrilla
Killin' black wit his eyes on troop
Now listen here, before I in a flash
Me pizzazz like a warrior wit a spear up his ass

From '99 down to the second, a devastation
Findin' out like it's the last record, a
It's on a full of magnificent poems and testaments
Most is pestilence in terrestrial form
I'm out there and I doubt is any comp

the relentless, rap assassin' holdin' it down in the swamps
My gun claps acts, raps run laps around irregular run waves
Whatever the to uplift, I shoots the gift
It's futuristic, how my they switch and how the whacker
Gets rich, I assume while they're down and shit

Planet takes up, three pages for one verse to make up
four bars of rage shakin' Bay Area earthquakes up
It's like that, lettin' loose juice wit deuce
class proof, product and that's the platinum truth
Schoolyard to the fullest, that's the platinum
Cali Agent to the fullest, that's the truth