[Hook: Lauryn Hill]

Uh-uh-oh

I'm coolin' with my niggas on the Wake Up Show-oh-oh

We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh

I'm coolin' with my niggas on the Wake Up Show-oh-oh

We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-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 alarm clock, the bomb spot

Mellow with ganja that makes my eyes turn yellow

Seat reclined on my leather sofa, however close to 9 P.M. 

Joe Quixx, 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, he parlays 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 '94

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

Hip-hop's last prophet henceforth in existence

The 92.3 megahertz will exert radio waves

That slays from a phenomenal distance

Electrons appear to slice through Jeeps that you can hear some

Slum literature, consider it will numb your eardrum, kid

You're sleepin' like a Latter Day Saint

But Sway & King Tech'll wake you up on Saturday

9-to-12 verbal junkies overdose and

Joe Quixx'll get you fixed to the mix and then I'm ghost when

[Verse 3: Prince Poetry]

Uh! In your sleep, I slap you with the lethal doses of medicine

So Wake Up with Organized and the brethren

King Tech, Joe Quixx better than your last fix

Severin' wackness with Sway the host, dose a phat mix

Baby doll's frontin', so Saturday night's open

Hoppin' on the 101, time scopin'

92.3 degrees, chokin' on chocolate, FM dial smokin'

Prince Po' blows up from LA to Hoboken, and I'm out

[Verse 4: Ras Kass]

Yo, it's the Wake Up Show!

My genetic make-up take up 130 pounds of beef

But lyrics shake up like January 17th

Crossovers extinct, MCs is fossils

Protect Ya Neck and wear a bulletproof vest on your tonsils

Amateurs bandage your cornea

'Cause you don't wanna see California

C-arson and spittin' arsenic

With Sway, Tech and Joe Quixx on the mix

Spinal meningitis ain't as stiff as the riff of Ras Kass

Styles lash like racist crackers with whips

Come equipped, you're losin' your paraphernalia

I'm a hip-hop apostle singin' the gospel like Mahalia Jackson

Each Saturday, 9 until the break of dawn

Put cocaine on my tongue, you got crack, now rock on...

[Hook: Lauryn Hill]

Uh-uh-oh

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

We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh

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

We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh

[Verse 5: Dred Scott]

Saturday night! Get live, set it off right

Swing with my peeps — King Tech, yo, pass the mic

And turn her up 'til you hear the speaker blow

Dred Scott, it's 9 o'clock, time for the Wake Up Show

To the break of... you think I'mma 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' it right

With Joe Quixx 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: Shyheim]

It's 9 o'clock P.M., 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: Chino XL]

Set yo' clocks for the unorthodox hip-hop that drops 9-to-midnight

King Tech and Sway — yo, those kids is tight!

In the mix with Joe Quixx, the verb spits verses

With the purpose of droppin' curses like a triple-six

Phat snares and dirty kicks to get ya open

From Watts to Oakland, it's that raw ish that's thought provokin'

Spoken words precise like a laser

Crossroads and the Wake Up Show

Will get your party shakin' like a pager on silent mode, yeah

9-to-12, Saturday nights, 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 ability and a little agility from Joe Quixx

Hey, Jay-Z and me eyes is seen

But only on the bottom of water risin', we're takin' roots

Put it on 92.3 while you're beatin' boots, oops

I meant coupes bumpin' into missions on a twamp

Swoop Saturday between 9 and 12, I'm delvin'

Where we'll then tune in to the phantom of the year

Here on 92.3 times me

Hobo Junction wreaks of odors that only soldiers

Are connected to Wake Up... Show Ya right

[Hook: Lauryn Hill]

Uh-uh-oh

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

We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh

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

We kick a little somethin' for the radi-uh-uh-oh