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, MC's get your lips stapled

Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass

Sacred sword-play, tongue-twist piercin' holes in you

You can't escape 70,000 kilowatts blast through your box

Walk with alarm clocks, cars drivin' slow down the block

One stopped, parks, pops the trunk

Snare pops loud as Glock shots

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

We pause for radio station identification

Interlude

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 comin',

look around, your town is crumblin'

This Big Tech from the Midwest

Leavin' MC's listless on the Wake Up Show

Make up no stories about my shake-up flow

Put me off in a cypher

Partner, you can't **** 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 Wite-Out

‘Cause y'all can't see me like Ma$e's eyebrows

Climbed out of a nice house

Through the front window, and heard this guy shout

"Hey that's my couch!"

Pull a 9 out during a rhyme bout

While I'm rippin' this ****,

put a clip in and spit five rounds

And murder you hoes worse

than a convertible flippin' vertical

Nose-first with the top off landing upside down

Get tied down and duct-taped—**** rape!

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

It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys

Breakin' so many freakin' needles

I wonder if they inject

Verse 4: Xzibit

Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold

Yes, God bless success, never forsake the soul

Xzibit take control—locked,

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 ******

Tech and Sway so you can wake up

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

Big game huntin' from high noon to 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 your 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 with the Tech and Sway

Step away, weapon spray, rep today

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

****** that met the tre, hit the deck and pray

DJ Revolution, spinnin' like

lead from out the Heck and K

Tearin' your neck away,

flood up the street with blood redecorate

until the head of Jakes investigate

Interlude: Jayo Felony

Sway can give it to,

but what you gon' do with it?

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

Rev can give it to you, but what you gon' do with it?

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

Verse 7: Chino XL

Chino make the world go 'round

****in' 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 filed sexual harassment, like Tisha Campbell

You wack like Will Smith,

your rhyme style is pansy

I ****in' 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 reppin' with Sway and Tech

My TEC's like Tekken, the industry weapon

I'm Chino X—bring KRS in!

Verse 8: KRS-One

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

KRS-One comin' 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, willin' to rock in the middle of dry

And in the middle of wet

But I'm willin' to bet,

on a Sway and a Tech, they stay in effect

Never been a pain in the neck, they gainin' 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!