We [bad word] your program to bring you
 
This is a Wu-Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast
 Wake up, wake up, wake up
 
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
 Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
 Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
 Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
 
Bobby Steels fables till MCs get your lips stapled
 Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like [bad word]  Taking sword, play tongue-twist, piercing holes in you
 You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast in your box
 Walk with alarm clocks, cars drive explodes on the block
 One stop parks, pops in [bad word]  snears pop loud as glock shots
 Pierced like it remain in your face, cops stop, give a citation
 Report for radio station identification
 
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
 
Love IQ got you [bad word]  you depressed of Wu
 Flying monks, fatal darts from your airwaves strike your antenna
 You feeled a bit shimmer, it makes you like your dimmer
 You thought you turned your dial from this, you best to slit your wrists
 
Through the soul of your heart like dark Emelius
 Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer
 Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
 In your atmosphere, the rap racketeer
 Six pack battery back keep 'em stacked
 I live for hip-hop and tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipops
 
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
 
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
 Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang