Wake Self

A little instruction, some

Direction for the game.

I don't need an induction, into

This crooked walk of shame.

People only know the part

Of Savage that's tame.

Now I'm here to show you,

And you'll never be the same.

All it takes is a real phat beat.

The kind that makes you

Move your feet.

Then I let my lyrics defeat

These fake M.C.'s that try to

Cheat, these mumble rappers

Are practice for me, the fact

Is, these tactless actors are meat,

And are promoting the cancer of

Misogyny while they're all getting

Screwed by the same industry,

That gets rich of their talent,

Leaves 'em dead in the streets.

Well, that shit ain't gonna happen

To me, I'm not into talkin' fiction.

I rhyme about reality, they

Promote their own destruction.

Caught up in a movie

The scene, Now I'm catching sellout

Rappers slippin'.

Currency versus morality,

Can't you see the scales tippin'.

I'm lean and I'm mean even

At a half a century.

I'm keen and I'm seen as a

Lyrical prodigy.

I got daughters and the fodder

That Hollywood's feeding you,

Actin' all hard, playing the card

Of a fool.

All these children are watching you.

Studying all the things you do.

Frontin' that it doesn't bother you.

Another child in a bloody pool.

Spittin' like you're proud of the

Posion rock and rap that dealers

Push.

Living in a toxic cloud, you need to

Lighten up and smoke some kush.

{CHORUS}

Y'all need to Wake Self.

This one's for you, my boy Andrew.

I'm hollerin' out to Wake Self,

Even though he is gone,

His Words are Still True.

A little correction, some

Direction to attain.

I recognize disfunction, it's

Short-circuiting your brain.

These people only play the

Part of pawns in a crooked

Chess game.

Don't look upon them to be

Smart, when they're acting

Like they're all insane.

I got what it takes, so take it

From me.

Listen closely to my wording,

And you will agree.

I can sing Heavy Metal,

Or I can spit like an M.C.

See...

It doesn't matter to me.

The fact is, this track is

Going down in rap history.

I'll make them flee if they

Step to me lyrically.

I don't need their twisted

Schemes, I don't need their

Pretentious company,

If all they can attract is more

Victims for this industry.

Well, this shit ain't gonna fly,

At least, not on my watch.

Don't try to shake my hand,

And then kick me in the crotch.

Makin' fat checks, just to

Check into the grave.

All that metal around your neck,

Is the collar of a slave.

I know I'll get you hollerin',

They calling out my latest rave.

I'm not trying to start a fight,

But I'll promote what's right,

And try to get you saved.

The machine is obscene

And has been for a century.

They're all fiends for the green,

And it's worse than I've ever seen.

Bring your daughters to the

Slaughter, because no one

Bothered teaching you.

Innocence marred, a fallen

star that eventually becomes

See-through.

All these children are mimicking you.

They think it's cool, the things we do.

If chaos and death don't bother you.

Wait until it's your child, found dead

In this toxic pool, you fool.

Quit acting like your proud of

The destructive ways we live,

Like Georgey Bush.

Pull your head out of your ass

You clowns...

And put your lips on some bad

Ass kush.

{CHORUS}

Y'all need to Wake Self.

This one's for you, my boy Andrew.

I'm hollerin' out to Wake Self,

Even though he is gone,

His Words are Still True.

Written by: Michael Taylor

July 1st. 2021 ©

 ~ In Loving Memory of ~

Andrew Martinez - Wake Self

  1989 - 2019 R.I.P.

Dear Brother of the Light. 

“We gotta understand how powerful our thoughts and creations really are, examine our current music trends and examine problems in the world and you can see how intertwined it all is.” - Wake Self

Wake Self, the New Mexico-based rapper, died at the age of 30 following a car crash in Santa Fe on November 3, involving a head-on collision from a drunk driver driving down the wrong side of the road.

-- The Thief In The Bottle --