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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 ****
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 Ace yo what's the deal wit the switching
He's b**ching 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
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
If this was an opera I'll probably say Figaro
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me Ni**a 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
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
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
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
(Wake up)