Lyrics Wake 'Em Up - Lyte

Wake 'Em Up

No gimmick I’m bout spinach like Popeye
Im feeling like Pac size the way that I shock lives
Tell the truth in the booth here’s my proof that they not lies
Ima grand slam out of the stands fam when I drop rhymes
Now that the Giap rise
I’m dope and I ain’t talking coke bitch when I chop lines
What the fuck are they thinking I’m breaking they ear lobe
Look what I did in a year hoe
Who they cheer for
The MonStar weirdo yeah
I see the hardest artist when I look up in the mirror hoe
I fear no man
I’m a warrior like Conan with a thing to be I kill the industry like oh damn
So get with the program boy we are too darn high
It’s time to wake em up and I don’t need an alarm clock
The monster is right here
You sleeping on me I turn your dream to a nightmare
Time to wake em up
Wake em up yeah
Time to wake em up wake em up yeah
Coming up out of the underground lyrical weapon and spitting the bullets
I’m taking your throne
Taking your crown nothing you can do to hold it
I got all the components to be successful and own it
If my opponents want it they can get it just any moment
And get served like a cafeteria
My rap bury ya
I spit that ill shit bacteria
In that area I’m a boss hoe I sent ya bitch
I’ve never been a sellout but you know that the venue is
I’m too (?) most don’t have it
Bitch I’m dope at it
Got them all woke like a coke addict
Whole planet bout to feel the wrath of these giants
You can laugh but check the graph I’m on a path of defiance
Use math or science to make way bad for tyrants
You’re mad cause my numbers are doing better than half they clients
If you don’t know about this Monstar you better do your research
We work been chasing my dream so long my feet hurt
The monster is right here
You sleeping on me I turn your dream to a nightmare
Time to wake em up
Wake em up yeah
Time to wake em up wake em up yeah
Time to wake up these fake fucks
These haters that hate us
Go straight nuts whatever it takes us to make bucks
I slay chumps and got them tumbling backwards
And ima body these bubble gum mumbling rappers
Ain’t on my level they ain’t playing the same game
And never will I settle cause I’m too hard to maintain
Pedal to the metal little devil gon' change lanes
The MonStar ghetto rebel ninja letting that thang bang
Fuckers y’all better get used to me
Above it when I used to be
When I rip it with the quickness I spit this to you exclusively
Now they learning that I’m on
I’m turning to an icon
I spit that hot fire bitch I’m burning (?)
I’m shining like diamonds and pearls blinding the world
Bitch I’m out here fucking grinding got no time for a girl
And you know this I’m focused
They don’t know this my skill
I’m ferocious the coldest, next to blow bitch I will