Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my show and
`Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize `em
I tries `em this freestyle and boy did I surprise `em
They said yo, that`s too hype, yo, who`s he think he is
He suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo what`s the deal wit the switching?"
He`s bitching, didn`t like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you`re sadly mistaken
Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You`re better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that`s when they dis ya
So homeboy, you`re better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget what they said
`Cause in about a year you`ll be like wake me when I`m dead
(Chorus)
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies (2x)
If this was an opera, I`ll probably say Figaro
Black kid from Brooklyn but don`t call me Nigga tho`
I rocks the jams for the young population
I wonder, I wonder, can I change the nation
it`s futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea, maybe
But I can`t sit home and write Ice, Ice Baby
`Cause if it comes down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a dayjob and rapping, I`ll stop it
I`m never going out, so, yo, firm I am standing
`Cause my jams are fat like a cop named Canon
My rap is for the mind, it`s nutritious
My word is final, devinyl and delicious
So face it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or I`ll come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta work hard and must use my head
You`ll never hit the point, I`m saying wake me when I`m dead
Chorus (2x)
Wake me when I`m dead, hey yo, wake me when I`m dead
This life is like a nightmare, I`m gonna lose my head
So I make the jam that`ll make me feel better
I hear alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well bulit like `57 Chevies
The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
So weigh this on ya, underground scaling
We be prevailing while others be failing
I`m hailing from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends
But I don`t need a Beemer and I don`t need a Benz
Still I got respect for the style I`ll be choosing
Rapping to the soul kind of jazz like confusion
I`m cruising not for a bruising but I`ll break up
Anything that`s broiling like an LA Laker
So I rocks the West Coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor like a PE video
Plus I got alot of, um, skill and that`s word doc
With battle, who me G, you`re crazier than Murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time `cause it`s wasting, second after second
You`re so busy ripping and daring kids to shoot ya
According to the Jetsons, there`s no blacks in the future
you better wake up before you`re in over your head
Tomorrow, you`ll be screaming wake me when I`m dead
Chorus (2x)
