Sway & King Tech - The Anthem

[Intro: King Tech]

One two, one two

We dedicate this one to the Hip Hop culture y'all

Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show

[Verse 1: RZA]

Bobby Steels, Staple' tales, MCs get your lips stapled

Project Killa Hill

Is stamped on the map like the compass

Sacred sword play tongue twist piercing holes in you

You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast through your box

Walk with alarm clocks, cars driving slow down the block

One stopped, parks, pops his trunk

Snare pops loud as Glock shots

Bass like an M-80 in ya face, cops stop, give us citation

We pause for radio station identification

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Tech is on

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

When I woke up, I grabbed the mic and never choked up

Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up

When I was summoned, styles were mixed like the Drummonds

Killer clown is coming look around your town is crumbling

This Big Tech from the Midwest, leaving MCs litless

On the Wake Up Show, make up no stories about my shake-up flow

Put me off in a cypher, partner, you can't kcuf with the sniper

Your flow's premature, clean your dirty diaper

Mic heister, psycho alpha-schizo

Hypno, cryo gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter

Sway and Tech heard me flow and it's sealed

Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9ne's vild!"

[Verse 3: Eminem]

This place is my house, I might as well erase my face with white out

Cause y'all can't see me like Ma$e's eyebrows (where you at?)

Climbed out of a nice house trough the front window

And heard this guy shout, "Hey that's my couch"

Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout

While I'm ripping this shit, put a clip in and spit five rounds

And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flipping vertical

Nose-first with the top off landing upside down

Get tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape

I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved

It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys

Breaking so many freaking needles, I wonder if they inject

[Verse 4: Xzibit]

Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold

Yes, God bless success, never forsake your soul

Xzibit take control, lock loaded and ready to roll

Play the upper hand, a man that's never gon' fold

Cause your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up

Or listen to my niggas Tech and Sway so you can Wake Up

The X-Man, catch me doing drills in the Danger Room

Big game hunting from high noon till the full moon

[Verse 5: Pharoahe Monch]

With synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush

From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in small interims

As horrid as Boris Karloff was, when I cut ya neck

Leave a little piece of skin so the head won't fall off

Hauled-off, sawed off shotgun blast, he asked

Why did he have to die like cast metal

Oh, see, now like Omar Credle

We pone pedal at a high resolution

On the Wake Up Show with Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution

[Verse 6: Kool G Rap]

I sway the tec wit the Tech and Sway

Step away, wet and spray, rep the day

Who over debt to pay get swept away

Across the whole board like checker play

When I blaze your whole sect' arrays

Wake Up Show for those who slept away

Niggas that met the trey, hit the deck and pray

DJ Revolution, spinning like lead from out the head decay

Tearing your neck away, flood up the street with blood redecorate

Until the head of Jakes investigate

[Verse 7: Jayo Felony]

Sway can give it to but what you gon' do wit it

Tech can give it to you but what you gon' do

Rev can give it to you but what you gon' do wit it

I can give it to you, wha-wha-wha-what-what

[Verse 8: Chino XL]

Yo yo, Chino make the world go 'round

Fucking up entire record companies like Harrell did to Motown

Vominous talk, poison pen, ominous walk

Which flow will I destroy you with this time, the most commonest thought

The drama that's brought caught us in the midst of a sibling rivalry

For instance, there is nothing born in existence that can survive with me

Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Randall

My style foul for sexual harassment like Tisha Campbell

You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy

I fucking murder your young style like Jon Benet Ramsey

Now who the master to beg, your demo get passed on the reg'

You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg

I'm Wake Up Show repping with Sway and Tech

My tec's like Tekken, the industry weapon

I'm Chino X, bring KRS in

[Verse 9: KRS-One]

De-de-de-da-de-de-de-da-di-day

KRS-One coming with the Tech and Sway

Yo, I rock up on the littlest set and up on the biggest set

As ill as it gets I still manage to wiggle your neck with sweat

Never forget, the bigger the budget the bigger the debt

You gotta be, willing to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet

But I'm willing to bet, on a Sway and a Tec, they stay in effect

Never been a pain in the neck, they gaining respect

Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what Sway and Tech do

I'll be back but for now just seckle

Ha-ha-ha, fresh for 1999 you suckers