Wake Up feat. Lincoln Parish and MC Radio Active
H-More I ask,
B-Just a taste,
H-Give a little bit,
B-Don’t grip or waste,
H-Fill ya lungs,
B-Then I hold it tight,
H-Blood stands still let the heart go fight I,
B/H-Take a hit,
B-Be somebody,
H-High at the top,
B-Been a long time coming,
H-Take the latter,
B-Gotta shake the tree,
H-Got a feeling you was always right next.

H-
Now what-what could it hurt-hurt, with that boost-boost, let it work-work,
You got it but you left it now you lost it,
I’m fascinated with that fly,
That quick rush with a fix,
Come on and gimme that high,
Better take me higher before I melt that sky.

Chorus 2x-
H-We quit sleep, we quit sleep,
B-and I can’t close my eyes,
H-it’s all work and no play,
H-we quit sleep, we quit sleep,
B-don’t wanna miss a thing,
H-It’s all work and now play,
B-don’t wanna miss you.

B-
I’m avant garde they say I’m artsy like Andre,
Spit that chirp-chirp till the birds get jealous,
Un loco hombre, I aye ah ah aye,
then lay these pipelines like a Saud,i
I’m summertime in Alaska I last for months,
Rays of sun make my clock skip a beat stunna,
My sneaker drip run a,
Kenyon marathon from the gun I’m a,
Count sheep bleat box that’s my detox,
Daydreams of my shears make they knees knock.

H-
Sky fast, leap life mass,
Man like burn stand tall earn blast,
I’ma burn cash, green feet fast,
Run water cool down quench, love, laugh,
I’ma arteest antique beat rider,
Street team deep preach heat street fighter,
Fist, firm to sky, my hand held high,
Nasty, no sleep fast flowing dirty cheap.


B-
Lay in the wake that’ll work for a pray,
To the day that stray and catch my 40 winks ,
When they drain my spine,
They’ll find my hard drive has hyperlinks,
One bite me thinks like,
And sink ya pink till it tickles the center,
A fight to the end type tenor,
Temps your tantrum spun the run I done.

H-
Come on. Craft life the rhythm becomes a steady drop,
Mind rest, I perk it like life’s a coffee shop,
All work, sleep like a jerk,
Play like a merry flow, vary like it’s ladadadada.

Mc Radioactive-
I heard that sleep is the cousin of death, well I’m the sun of life,
We run the night, and walk where the thunder strikes,
Plunder mics the hungry type, pillage your image,
The beats are antique so my vocals are vintage,
Incision listen envision this isn’t wanting or wishing,
Itching to wake em up, baking stuff up it’s a kitchen,
We call studio living,
Loving the getting and giving,
Crucified and have risen like I just got outta prison.

MC Radioactive-Wake Up!
B- And I can’t close my eyes, don’t wanna miss a thing.
MC Radioactive-Wake Up!
B- And I can’t close my eyes, don’t wanna miss a thing,
H- It’s all work and no play.