(feat. Chino XL, Nas, O.K., Ras Kass, Saafir, Shyheim)



[Chorus x2]

Oh-oh-oh I'm coolin' with my niggaz on the Wake up Show-oh-oh

We kick a little something for the radio-oh-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 a long clock, the bomb spot

Mellow with ganja, that makes my eyes turn yellow

C reclimed on my leather sofa

However close to Na- be I'm Joe Quicks

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, see police 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 9-4



[Verse 2: Pharoahe]

Hip-hops last prophet henceforth in excistence

The 92.3 megahertz will exert radio waves

The slaves for a phenomenal distance

Electrons appear to slice through jeeps that you can hear some

Slum that it will chunk consider it will numb your eardrum

Kid, you sleepin' like a Latter Day Saint

With Sway & King Tech gon' wake you up on a saturday

9 to 12 verbal junkies overdose

And Joe Quicks will get you fixed to the mix

And then I'm ghost win



[Verse 3: Prince Poetry]

In your sleep I slap you with a lethal doses of medicine

So Wake Up with Organizin' the bretherin

King Tech, Joe Quiks better than your last fix

Severing wackness with Sway the host dumps a fat mix

Baby doll is frontin' so saturday night's open

Hoppin' on the one on one, times scope

And 92.3 degree is chokin' on chocolate

And from thou smokin' Prince Po'

Blows up from LA to Lobokin and I'm out



[Verse 4: Ras Kass]

Yo it's the Wake Up Show

My genetic make up take up

One hundred and thirty pounds of beef

but my lyrics shake up, like January 17th

Cause all the 16th MC's fossils

Protect ya neck and wear a bulletproof vest on ya tonsils

Amateurs bandage ya cornea

Cause you don't wanna see California

Get C-arson and spittin arsenic

With Sway Tech and Joe Quicks on the mix

Spinal meningitis ain't as stiff as the riff

of Ras Kass, styles last like Jason crackers with whips

Come equipped you're losin' your paraphernalia

I'm a hip hop apostle

Sing in the gospel like Mehailja, Jackson

It's saturday nine until the break of dawn

Put cocaine on my tongue

You got crack now rock on *echo*



[Chorus]



[Verse 5: Chino XL]

Saturday night get live set it off

Right swing with my peeps

King Tech yo pass the mic and turn her up

Yeahyeahyeah it's peen kablow red sky it's

Nine o clock, time for the Wake Up Show

To the breaker you think I'ma say dawn

But I say, day, cause it rhymes with Sway

My word is bond I'm on the scene

Plottin out the mainstream doin

Them right, with Joe Quicks on the mix

Late in the night so tune in

Cause the crew don't sleep

Boomin in ya Jeep on 92.3



[Verse 6: Foxy Brown]

It's 9 o'clock PM, 92.3 the Beat begins

To rock hip-hop non-stop, you know who got the props

In L.A. on saturdays, Tech and Sway no doubt



[Verse 7: ??]

Set your clocks for the unorthodox hip-hop that drops

Nine to midnight King Tech and Sway yo those kids is tight

In the mix with Joe Quicks the verbs spit verses

With the purpose of droppin curses like a triple six

Fat snares and dirty kicks to get ya open

From Watts to Oakland it's that raw {shit} that start provokin

Smokin, word's precise like a laser, cross roads in the Wake Up Show

We'll get your party shakin like a pager on silent mode, yeahha

Nine to twelve saturday night fool, peep the episode



[Verse 8: Saafir]

Wake Up, Show, and you can tell

I'm not spittin it in no muffled style

No silent screams just weddings, rings

To swings and Sway Techs King, Tech-

-nique and I'm building in a little agility from Joe Quicks

Hey Jay-Z in the eyes

It's seen only on the bottom of water risin

We're takin groups

Put it on 92.3 while your beatin boops, oops

I mean coops bumpin in to mission on the twine

Swoop saturday between nine and twelve I'm delvin

We're well tuned in to the pattern of the year

Here on 92.3 times me

Bo junks young ricks are bolders

That are only soldiers are connected to Wake Up Show

Ya right



[Chorus]