Wake 'Em Up

[Intro: Tech N9ne] E-A-Ski, yeah Haha, Tech N9ne They see all the shit we got man They see all the cars we got They see all the fans we got They see all the money we got And they seem to think that's all we gon' get But you know there's gotta be something better out there More money for us, we have to get more, ya feel me? [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Yo I got cabbage Living it lavish with me and Travis collabing at the snake and bat as a savage Meaning Strange Music is the baddest Here we got fanatics, that'll ravish me, grabbing me, when they see me they do acrobatics Tech N9ne em, some be like nevermind em But I blind em with clarity when they stare at me find gems I'm him, the one that'll step up to remind them Brotha Lynch automatically shinin' when we signed him Still, some think I've reached my peak and I'm seeking peace Never that, bust like I'm deep in beef And I’m never gonna let the reaping cease When I put my key in my Mercedes I'm seeing high Numbers with wonders like strange music And IMGMI E-A-Ski, why these haters wanna debate we The great, they see we ate But I want more papes, so baby pay me If you sleeping it's wakey wakey Mothafucka we straight see Something better for the chedda, we crazy [Hook x2: Tech N9ne] I know I can do something better Steady scheming to get mo' chedda Even if I wake em up with my Beretta Whatever endeavor, I'm gon' do better [Verse 2: E-A-Ski] Woke up wrong side of the bed Now I’m committing homicide with the lead Fowing like cyanide to the the head Killing em with the beats, that's half of the bread No credit, you see me ball I need it all, I said it Keep talking bout it, I could rap about it all day all night You choppin' it, that no bullshit I come clap with it it, I could make yo girl going wild, go sellin' it Hate all you want to, its irrelevant The E in E-A, its for ex-e-e-e-execute, exterminate You're hors d'oeuvre on a serving plate You'll get served à la carte And watch my name reverberate There go E-A-Ski again On the radio new hit again Another video you can see me in Mad cause I don't wanna be your friend I break bread with niggas like, Tech N9ne with triggas like Blaow blaow nigga hold that Cold like rigor mortis right I go hard, marble top Neighborhood watch wanna call the cop 9-1-1 is a joke to me Flavor Flav, Chuck D Call me OG Mr. Skee Original Public Enemy Wake you up with this 223, and put yo punk ass back to sleep [Hook x2: Tech N9ne] I know I can do something better Steady scheming to get mo' chedda Even if I wake em up with my Beretta Whatever endeavor, I'm gon' do better [Verse 3: Too $hort] I don’t know why you front You could have anything and everything you want Get rich, is about time you switch Stop wearing fake jewelry, and lying to your bitch It’s always on ya brain, more than anything Ever since your hustle went bad, you ain't been the same It's time to reinvent Roll up on the next bitch you see and pimp Make sure you tell her, it's all about you Everything's a ho to me, that's how I do it If life was one pimp and one prostitute Just put the bitch to work, that's all you gotta do And now the money don't stop mane It ain't hard, you could run the same game Fuck being broke, I can't take this shit Just sing along to the song and it'll make you rich [Hook x2: Tech N9ne] I know I can do something better Steady scheming to get mo' chedda Even if I wake em up with my Beretta Whatever endeavor, I'm gon' do better