[Intro - Missy Elliott] {*w/ echoes*}
Hey yo Hov.. tell em
Hip-Hop better wake up
[Jay-Z]
Yeah! Turn the muh`fucking music up!
Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh`fucking music up!
[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]
Motherfuckers better wake up
Stop selling crack to the blacks
Hope ya brought a spare for ya flat
Cain has sent me talking real facts
Down the hill like Jill and Jack
Got speak what yo weak mind lacks
Ya heard that? I`m creative to the fullest
Whachu talking bout Willis?
Cause you talk it never kill it
I hear but don`t feel it
Thou ain`t realest, ya just sweet meat in the village
Yeah I`m a Don Diva Don Niva
Y`all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater
Yep I`m a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever
I`m a feed ya whacha teacha` need to preach ya
It`s time to get serious, black people all areas
Who gon carry us? It ain`t time to bury us
Cause music be our first love, say `I Do` let`s cherish it
[Chorus - Missy Elliott]
If you don`t got a gun (it`s all right)
It you makin legal money (it`s all right)
If you got to keep your clothes on (it`s all right)
You ain`t got a cellular phone (it`s all right)
And your wheels don`t spin (it`s all right)
And you gotta wear them jeans again (it`s all right)
Yeah, if you tried oh well (it`s all right)
Emcees stop the beef, let`s sell (it`s all right)
[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]
Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to make ups
Some of y`all be faker than the dragon make up
Got issues to take up, before we break up
Like Electra let go, Missy need a baker
I love Jacob, but jewelry won`t fix my place up
Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake up
Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighbors
I got cable, now check out how I made my paper
Hip-Hop don`t stop, be my Lifesaver
Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers
I`m like an elevator DJ on the crossfader
Black people wake up I`ll see your ass later
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z] + (Missy)
I need rims that don`t listen and a booming system
First piece of change I see, I`m gon get one
7:45 - no lights to drive
I ain`t even got a home, I guess I`ll live in my ride
Fuck it!... (rewind - *echoes*)
I can hear myself, but I can`t feel myself
I`m wanna feel myself like Tweet
7:45 - no lights to drive
I ain`t even got a home, I guess I`ll live in my ride
Fuck it, couple karats in the ear won`t hurt
Need a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt
Ivizu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David Beckham
Anybody in my way, I wet them
I`ma be this way till the cops come catch `em
Till detectives sketch em
On the sidewalk wit chalk, New York`s infections
Till I got taught a lesson
Couple niggas gone, couple went Corrections, Hillary got ten
Till I got fifteen, nigga even my kin
Got five years bringin nineteen in
But just think I used to think like them
Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the pen
Hope you don`t start ya life where I end...
WAKE UP!
[*Wake Up - repeated to chorus*]
[Chorus]
