Wake Up Show Anthem ’94 Sway & King Tech (Ft. Dred Scott, Lauryn Hill, Nas, Organized Konfusion, Ras Kass, Saafir & Shyheim)

[Hook: Lauryn Hill]
Uh-uh-oh
I'm coolin' with my niggas on the Wake Up Show-oh-oh
We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh
I'm coolin' with my niggas on the Wake Up Show-oh-oh
We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh

[Verse 1: Nas]
Check it, bust it
Tune it up, it's the corrupt novelist — Nas, involved in this
Liveness, radio waves, slaves thrive inside of this
Wake Up Show flow, hip-hop's alarm clock, the bomb spot
Mellow with ganja that makes my eyes turn yellow
Seat reclined on my leather sofa, however close to 9 P.M
Joe Quixx, King Tech, I could just see 'em
On the one and two, son, my blunted crew pour the rum
92.3 — number one in the slum
Representin' DJ's, Sway's the host, he parlays the most
What a collaboration, see, I'm comatose
No pork, just knowledge and I'm born once more
It's the beat that blesses the street, deep in the '94

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
Hip-hop's last prophet henceforth in existence
The 92.3 megahertz will exert radio waves
That slays from a phenomenal distance
Electrons appear to slice through Jeeps that you can hear some
Slum literature, consider it will numb your eardrum, kid
You're sleepin' like a Latter Day Saint
But Sway & King Tech'll wake you up on Saturday
9-to-12 verbal junkies overdose and
Joe Quixx'll get you fixed to the mix and then I'm ghost when