(Intro: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Yo, I got respect for all hip hop, man, both mainstream and underground, as long as it's good, but if you don't care about your craft, about the lyrics you're spittin' or the rhymes that you're comin' up with, or being creative, then why the fuck are you doing this

(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Attention, all of you weak rhymers, you gave it your best shot, now it's time to cease fire, quit tryin' to reinvent the wheel and just retire, for a tough guy your shit's soft like you eat fiber, but we're not gonna take it like Dee Snider, so I called Andre for a track, and the beat's fire, I know you feel the pressure like a deep sea diver, 'cause you're wet behind the ears and wanna be like us, you're a poser with no apologies, focused on all the hottest things, formulaic, bitin' like a cobra to get a following, whatever's popular, you copy it and rip it off, but you need to stay in your lane and turn your blinker off, you aimed high, but you missed the mark, you only made a couple o' bucks and now you think you're livin' large, but you're thinkin' wrong, all you chicken shits are the biggest cocks, so fuck it, suck it, find a douche and rinse it off

(Verse 2: Andre Lipsey)
Then step into my club, we're havin' a conversation on whether or not we know the recipe for the ratin's, bass got drinks shakin', drugs got me sedatin', shout out to bad bitches and ayyy, this shit's Cajun, and I fuck with all three, so I can't hate, but give me a damn break, how much can a man take (make take), I'm surrounded by the realest in the damn states, plantin' seeds for the green on a different landscape, gettin' off like caps durin' Spangled Banner, man, I hit a track and I leave it in a mangled manner, A-N-D-R excellent, hot excrement, ignorin' fake shit up in that stall next to him, and it's like I got my feet up, them dudes can't see me (can't see me), the ruse gettin' old and gray just like Pee-wee, hypnotist MP3's, when I listen deeply, all I hear is you are getting, you are getting sleepy

(Chorus 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: You claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number one, let me show you how it's done

(Verse 3: RawGee)
Ha, look, lesson number one, I'ma show you how it's done, lyrical word for bullets, I ain't even need a gun, I don't reap, I preacher, son, 'til the day they creepin' come, and then they gonna judge me as one o' the best that done, so anything I rap about, that comin' out the back o' mouth, you best believe I act it out, quit actin', dog, just rap it out, whether it that Cadillac, the jewels or guns you claim you pack, I shatter cats on multitracks, or punch 'em in they cataract, matter fact I'm still standin', poppin' off like bottle seal, don't you see me risin' up like Champagne, pop, I got that deal, stay creepin' on the come up, move slow just like a Navy Seal, we all up in your grill, Bobby Flay, machete kill, so any rapper out that think they raps can really fuck with mine, I take 'em out they shoes, I'm the first to the finish line, and all they talk is green, the only thing they see is lime, you'll never get my rhyme if you don't read between the line

(Chorus 2: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: You claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number two, let me show you what to do

(Verse 4: T.O.N.E.)
Uh, uh, Chris, what's good, uh, I'm back, homeboy, it's time to wake up, ski mask way that got a nigga's cake up, people hate and niggas wantin' to erase us, we too thorough and you little niggas basic, it's Underrated's year, time to realize, we takin' over, sorry, little guys, made my own craft, you too busy tryin' to make up Wayne, Autotune actors, call 'em T-Lame, I'm South Side's savior, Minnesota monster, fettuccini flow, I'll spill a nigga's pasta, blow the boy's noodles, playin' with my Roman numerals, delivery, loco, vocal, ocho, you a so so, better yet, no no, ridin' shotgun, marijuana smell, Bono, it's U.R. 'til the death of me, I got the recipe, wake up, stop stressin' me, T.O.N.E.

(Chorus 3: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: You claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number three, let me repeat

(Chorus 4: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Chris: Yo, you claim that you're a rapper
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You think you got it mastered
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: You say you got swagger
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, alright, just give me the mic, yo, you think that this is easy
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: What is that, your CD
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Man, you must be dreaming
*Sample*: "Wake up"
Chris: Lesson number four, let me show you the door