*alot of static*

 This is a Wu Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast
 *echoing*

 Wake up  wake up  wake up

 Wu tang  Wu Tang
 Wu tang  Wu Tang
 Wu tang  Wu Tang....

 Verse 1: Bobby Digital

 Bobby Steels fables till
 MCs get your lips stapled
 Project Killa Hill
 Is stamped on the map like the compass
 Taking sword play tongue twist piercing holes in you
 You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts
 blast in your box walk wid alarm clocks
 Cars drive explodes on the block
 One stop parks, pops in trunk
 Snears pop loud as glock shots
 Pierced like a earring in your face
 Cops stop, give a sitation
 Report for radio station identification
 *Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up*
 Love IQ got you drunk, you depressed of Wu
 Flying monks fatal darts from your airwaves strike you antenna
 You feeled a bit shimmer
 It makes your like you dimmer
 You thought you turned your dial from this
 You best to slit your wrists
 Through the soul of your heart like dark Emelius
 Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer
 Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
 In your atmosphere the rap racketeer
 Six pack battery back keep em stacked
 I live for hip-hop
 And tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipos
 Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

 Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
 Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang