🎵 .wake//UP // by Jonathan Quow

1 Contributor.wake//UP Lyrics Wake up No time to mask with mascara and makeup – you cake up I bet yo ass wasn’t geared for the shakeup Too late cuz yall niggas been in the mixture Lost in the sauce of profiting off of it all and skimming the bigger picture I feel like Neo – this matrix gotta reboot And we three – O I got the Trinity waiting for yall pursuits Saw the Architect in my dreams, said he came with forbidden fruits Now I’m thinking I’m dapping friends but they Agent Smith in a suit, uh You think it’s cute, huh? You had to square up the roots cuz You calculated my fate but it won’t compute, huh? I got four futures Butterfly Effect War bloomers I just form bruises Undermined your bets Sore losers I shapeshift to take lift That’s Blake Griffin They say clip ‘em – they stay missing Yall play for Pistons I’d wave the flag for the truce -- but y’all too cruel to quit They trynna take a young nigga out, on some cougar shit Fuck ‘em then, I get the clips and dump ‘em then the ruger lit The muzzle bend your brain into a puzzle get the rubix in – that’s One for the eucharist and Two for your propositions a Gun for the eulogist and A few for my opposition No competition, my father locked me in – knocked the wind out my momma for breath I was breathing I had no pot to piss in This world’s heartless They smile’s empty They steal from you This world’s heartless You strive ‘gainst me I still love you I felt my tears soak the scripture You iced over You spare your soul for a rolls on your wrist But your eyes colder You said niggas all mental Niggas want hurt me Isn’t it old Niggas done left -- Turn mercury into silver and gold We all chemical, right? Synapse and vesicles Think that you got the answers to adding up all them decimals, right? Insured like spectacles Pure white vestments Shown thy testaments Hone my sword Hold my tongue Known thy reverence I’m just trying not to lose my head with it Holy Spirit, hedge my bets I’m getting sent to heaven – The seventh seal been on my lenses And I ain’t dodging the devil just to see Armageddon Need armistice on the weapons Be honest, you aren’t repentant And I ain’t dumb enough to take that apple just to trust you said its good And we armored but aren’t ascended Must be cuz, One to one this shit ain’t even dust to dust it’s hell on earth So WAKE UP They think I’m playing with ‘em You best get yo ass up outta bed Cuz they gon’ know you sleeping Give you past up and attend Don’t need to know who preaching We fought to get the chains off us – we ain’t often equal And now the devil target us ‘cause we god’s chosen people