Wake Em Up - E-A-Ski, Tech N9ne, Too Short

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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