(feat. Jay-Z)



[Missy Elliott]



Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up



[Jay-Z]



Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up

Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up



[Verse 1 Missy Elliott]



Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the blacks

Hope you bought a spare for your flat

Can't accept me talkin real facts

Down the hill like jill and jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks

Yah heard that

I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willis cause your talkin Never kill it

I hear but don't feel it thou ain't realest

Yah just sweet meat in the in the village

Yeah im a down diva done niva

Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze into a wife beater

Yep im a top leader

I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to preach yah

Its time to get seious

Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us

Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it



[Chorus]



If you dont gotta gun (its alright)

If yah makin legal money, (its alright)

If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright)

You aint gotta cellular phone, (its alright)

And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright)

And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright)

Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright)

MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright)



[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]



Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up 

Some of ya'll be faker than a drag in make-up

Got issues to take up before we break up

Like Electra let go miss Anita Baker

I love Jacobs, but jewelry wont fix my place up

Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up

Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors

I got cable, and checkout hot imade my paper 

Hip hop don't stop be my lifesaver 

Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers

And like a elevator dj on a cross fader

Black people wake up or see yah ass lata



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)]



I need rims that dont listen and a boomin system

First piece of change i see im gon' get one

7 45 no license to drive

I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it

(Rewind)

I can hear myself but i cant feel myself

I wanna feel myself like Tweet

7 45 no license to drive

I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it

Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt

Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt

Evisujeans cover the rectum i kick game just like david beckham

Anybody in my way i wet them

Ima be this way until the cops come catch em

To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections

Till i got taught a lesson

Couple niggaz gone couple in correction

hillary got ten todd got fifteen nigga even my kin

Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them

Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen

Hope you dont start yah life where i end



WAKE UP [x15]



[Chorus]