Chorus:
Tell me what it takes to wake the ghetto blaster
Move a little faster, life is movin' past ya
Empty just because that buzz will never last ya
Wake up the rhythm, just wake up the rhythm rhythm

Your spirit is the tape, life's the boombox losin', the time is right now but your alarm clock's snoozin',
wake up the seeker and lace up the sneaker, I'm the daily occupational motivational speaker, gettin' paid
in choices made, this beat's laid with a cascade, as soon as my rap played the clap weighed, thick on a
kick that was picked for harvest, the fields are white so I write hopin' this artist's words go where the
heart is, showin' you where the start is, art is just a tool, don't fool yourself the hardest, decision is
revision on direction, spiritual inspection, daily learnin' the lesson, less than perfect, lookin' for
answers, I got none, capitalized singular Answer I got one, dot one, I made it lowercase cause I know her
face, if her name was sin cause that's the place I've been

Yes sir you can press your repeat button, keep on frontin' unless you're ready for a change in your tape,
then your brain will escape all this livin' as the children of lesser gods with a nod of your head, cause
it's odd in this bed, God's grace came to place up His body instead of your soul bein' dead like this
world you're born in, while He play the deejay's soul's transformin', before you was formed in the womb,
spirit doomed, He was callin' with your callin' in an empty tomb, lookin' for elbow room, so let His love
consume every stinch, nose pinched to this earth's perfume that's man-made, there's a plan laid out so
find what you're here for, steer for sight to blind, hittin' rewind, we're assigned to align that toe tag,
our spirit is the tape but it was playin' a slow drag