Chino Xl - Wake Up Show Freestyle lyrics

[Singing] Turn that system up and pump it all around the town Keep the levels high so that you can feel that funky sound Gotta get with Sway and Tech so all my peeps they oughta know No one rocks it better Jamming on The Wake Up Show [Verse One: Big L] Yo, everybody place your tapes in the deck so you could record The Wake Up Show where Sway and Tech be catchin' crazy wreck DJ Tech plays the hits in the phattest way On the mix from nine to midnight every Saturday Take it from me, Mr. M.V.P Better known as Big L on the M.I.C Cause yeah, as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin', the people yell I'm rugged as hell, brothers could tell, that none of you rappers are hangin' with L And tonight I'm your guest host Even though I'm from the East, I got love for the West Coast You think I won't last long, you wrong Remember I'm that same kid who Put It On and on (yeah!) I run with intruders, looters and sharp shooters Who spark buddhas and hit thick honeys with large hooters I'm the brother that be jumpin' on a stereo So when I walk the streets the ladies be tappin' they friends like "There he go!" Peace to D.I.T.C., Show & A.G Fat J.O.E., Diamond D, Lord Finesse and me Listen to 92.3 The Beat For The Wake Up Show so don't sleep [Verse Two: Chino XL] Who got a grudge? Chino won't budge I'm number one by me all others are judged Still you can die trying k** yourself like Phyllis Hyman, the Wake Up Show's preferred They stole your props like Barney did to Big Bird Commanding lines and punch lines like Ya**er Arafat Shoot a verse like Selina styles, masculine as Da Brat Sway and King Tech select Chino XL for '96 roll call with Big Paul Knock knock, here come my Nicole Simpson house call Your brain is off like Richard Pryor when I cause the damage With more blood loss than Anita Baker's miscarriage Nine to twelve they got the baddest thing Competition's quite embarra**ing Slicker than that Jheri curl on Rodney King King's astonishing Like Craig Mack without his acne cream You heard a better show? Better tell Disney you the lying/Lion King And I play Bones with mad Thugs we be in Harmony Chasing hoes like [?] in a Rising Sun like Sean Connery Radio's a welfare line, The Wake Up Show's standing out Other stations is like Jordan's father; dead and a**ed out [Verse Three: Doug E Fresh] As I rip and flip styles from then till now Watch 'em wake up and I shake up, sh**'s about to break up In small pieces like Reeses' With Sway & King Tech son Big up! And 'nuff respect uh From Saturday night to midnight They taking they peoples to new heights Exciting Huh Keeping it tight huh Just like a virgin, style's emerging Splurging Got more sk**s than a surgeon With the razor sh** is major On the street, 92.3 Representing The Beat Huh, huh, huh [Verse Four: AZ] Come mingle with real fellas Heron, coke and weed sellers Rebellers The realest that served time at San Quentin cellars Tape decks lay on record for Sway & Tech We pay respect as the OJ and cognac connect What's next? Save the bogus Underground sound that's soulless Conceal with the untold real with coldness AZ, my attributes strong as Absolute Sipping Snapple pa**ion fruit I'm into fast cash and Coupe's So take doe, L.A., to big Bay and Chicago It's The Wake Up Show And if you fake you go [Verse Five: Masta Ace] I get Down when I Boogie My Production's is ill Chill My crew get fresh like Chill Will Lyrically, I bring wreck with King Tech And Sway And beats more fat/phat than Doc Dre From MTV I'm into thee, state of mind The Wake Up Show's beat's popping, I'm dropping the rhyme I'm representing, I.N.C., I try and be Sway and King Technical, when styles run free I got your head King and Tech Swaying from left to right It's def tonight Wake Up Show's flows is mad tight The radio airwaves from west to east coast is tuned in When I eat rappers like cheese toast