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Wake Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wake Up was released on August 13, 2025 by Question Culture as a part of the album Songs from the Hole EP
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Release DateAugust 13, 2025
LabelQuestion Culture
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JJ'88
JJ'88
Vocals
Gianluca Gibbons
Gianluca Gibbons
Saxophone
Tairiq Bright
Tairiq Bright
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Rapheal Jacobs
James Rapheal Jacobs
Songwriter
Gianluca Gibbons
Gianluca Gibbons
Songwriter
Richard Edmond
Richard Edmond
Songwriter
Garfield Bright III
Garfield Bright III
Songwriter
Tairiq Bright
Tairiq Bright
Songwriter
Bill Jacobs Jr.
Bill Jacobs Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JJ'88
JJ'88
Producer
Garfield Bright III
Garfield Bright III
Producer
Tairiq Bright
Tairiq Bright
Producer
Richie Reseda
Richie Reseda
Producer

Lyrics

Young Black misguided dreamers
Wake up and turn into fist fightin' scheamers
Who gone feed us
Block full of young soldiers, but who gone lead us
We hold heat'us
I wish that I could tell you that we don't need 'em
But it's hard when they huntin' you for no reason
Salty haters hate a native when you so seasoned
Cold hearted Johnny draw his heat and got me freezin
Call me"heathen" and wonder why my rage is seethin
Leavin' the party with the homie bleedin
'Cause some random **** dope fiend 'em
Needless to say, man we double teamed 'em
Max 'em out had him runnin' for his freedom
Fire cheeba give me illusions I'm a high achiever
Choppin' it up and fantasizing 'bout the finer leisures
Like dippin' thru the city in a Beemer
Knockin' bad woman named Kadesha
Take 'em on trips to Ibiza
Now I'm eager to hit a lick that'll have the team up
We taking from the halves and call it even
Passed on hella money had me cheesin
'Til the johnnies burst into my spot while I was sleepin
I guess it's time to wake up
Wake up! Wake up!
I guess it's time to wake up
Wake up!
These days people walkin' in a daze
Smokin' on the haze, thinkin and dreamin' of getting paid
I can't wait for the day when natives awake
Get tired of goin' to homies wakes
Deep in the water my **** wade
Barely afloat but they inflate
Their egos is bigger than D. Wade
'Cause it hard to feel the love when these **** don't hate
The whole game twisted like a braid
So they stay sharp, never switch up like a blade
Just to cop a chain, they at the stove whippin' like a slave
Cooking master's meal hopin' they
Can stumble on a couple yum crumbs for the day
Numb so the pain of sellin' cain don't ever penetrate
Their conscience
We ain't conscious
Junglest streets call me a"beast" 'cause it's easy to see
These human beings would much rather be monsters
Mindless creatures that never ever really mind they teachers
I had the feelin' that they wasn't really try'na reach us
Whole chapter on Columbus and Cook
The Slave Trade a paragraph in my history book
Why you think a native slept in the back of the class
.380 wrapped and tucked in the bottom half of my bag
I'm Black and I'm mad, but people never seem to take me serious
Choppa lala byes are the eeriest
Sung by the souls so curious
The streets is for the fast and the furious
But I ain't tryna be like Paul Walker
Crash and burn, I don't wanna be like Paul Walker
But I pray I hear the Lord when he call
'Cause I think it's time to wake up
Wake up! Wake up!
I guess it's time to wake up
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Written by: Bill Jacobs Jr., Garfield Bright III, Gianluca Gibbons, James Rapheal Jacobs, Richard Edmond, Tairiq Bright
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