Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wake Em Up, artist - E-A-Ski
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wake Em Up |
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 |