Well since you are my arch enemy, I'm gonna give you some time
  With a heart that¡¯s full of alcohol water can be wine
  Hope the rocks are not too slippery, when through the center I slay
  Won't you stand in straight as an evergreen, when it all gives way
  Brace yourself, this whole world will spin about
  Since I'm the raft side of this pleasure
  Those who have the sense to fear of me are the dark prince
  And you are the peasant
  Wait for me on the rainbow crossing
  'Cause I need you there for me to meet the maker
  Finally, I will see your person, but my greatest fear are your shining features
  So much time and crime that I've grown to love
  Your fiery nation everywhere
  On the rainbow crossing you can check your spears, your bows and arrows
  Meet me there above the river flowing and we'll enter in with greatest zeros
  Though they say Valhalla ain't what it use to be
  Still I recollect it can't be all that bad
  No, it can't be any worse than a world without a friend
  
     Wake up, wake up, wake up
  
  Wu-tang, Wu-Tang,
  Wu-tang, Wu-Tang,
  Wu-tang, Wu-Tang....
  
  Verse 1: Bobby Digital
  
  Bobby Steels fables till
  MCs get your lips stapled
  Project Killa Hill
  Is stamped on the map like the compass
  Taking sword play tongue-twist piercing holes in you
  You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts
  blast in your box walk wid alarm clocks
  Cars drive explodes on the block
  One stop parks, pops in trunk
  Snears pop loud as glock shots
  Pierced like a earring in your face
  Cops stop, give a sitation
  Report for radio station identification
  *Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up*
  Love IQ got you drunk, you depressed of Wu
  Flying monks fatal darts from your airwaves strike you antenna
  You feeled a bit shimmer
  It makes your like you 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 lollipos
  Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
  
  Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
  Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang