Awake

[Tame One]

Maybe I should try to sell more records than Lady Gaga
To be the high god on the iPod that I got
You think not, I'm so sure
Cuz I got more pull than coke straw
What else you think is cracking like jokes for
Spit like a broken jaw, here to Arkansas
Wit darts galore, so my parts are raw, beef wit carnivores
Mastered the art of war, blasted off the wall
Fuck a back and forth, acting soft, what you rapping for
Pass it off, my tracks sold past gold
Asshole, hot as Tabasco
I rock international with props like the magic show
Rabbit in the hat stab it in the back with a hatchet
Bring it back to life afterwards, so you clap bitch
Applause from what I record, standing ovate for what I plan to make
Puff a 10 gram bag up in your face
And if not, why not? My whole squad is Def like Sy Scott
White hot like I was cyclops eye drops
To get the red out
I'll put your head out like your dick's on fire
Rolling through bricks on sticks like the Flintstone tires
Yabba dabba fuck a rapper like a groupie
Don't try to stoop me
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi

[Burnt MD]

See you wanna be who you are
The ground when I came in on my feet I'm starving
Wanna fill my fucking stomach up
Eat a beat until my mother comes
Back in the womb where I'm coming from
And a doctor with a son that's drumming
See the other side a the wonderland
Do the space time funnel dance
Shift at light speed
Drift off the galaxy and I'm coming fast wanna love at last
All the pain in my veins when I cum it's the breath of life and death in a one night stand in the alley in the back a club don't wanna be the daddy of a baby if I don't pull out I'm crazy …n I'm craaaaazy

Yeah
And I got a gun
Powww
And I am a sun
Wanna look up at the sky
Wanna see me coming out when you feel the heat
Wonda why?
It's how I love

[LoDeck]

I can't be faded like Snoop said on chronic, nah, Dre did
Still rolling through towns with eyes shaded
Keep the 3rd one elevated, scoping fatal flaws on fools daily
Greatly debated, my footprint left a mark on this
State of vocal powers jabbing in all directions
Like a Buddhist goddess on cassettes
A slice of this thing of ours
Stay preserved for scholars
Like a statuette, my street
IQ is of a major runner
But the fact I keep it 90's mindset in this futurama
No "pop up video" with young Madonna
I bring the seminar of skill nirvana
Turning suburban galas into Syriana, Freedom monger
To feed the hunger of a freak persona
All the sonic drama you'd think Shawn Kemp slam dunked your mama
If you got skills they're looking at you like a Unibomber
It's time for renaissance, Leonardo
And all them classical Italiano whinos
Mastery of rhyme patterns from the vintage vinyls
I'm wide awake now, it's all cake now, the whiskey sours
We in the lab for a few hours..Ha