Masta Ace - Wake Me When I'm Dead lyrics

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 four, no, this posse Try to fake a move and bum-rush me like a Nazi Underground club where the kids are like rolling I almost got an avalanche dropped on my show and Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em I tries um this new style 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 with the switching?" He's b**hing, didn't like the rap I was pitching You see, he was a rapper with 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 A lot of record labels be trying to get the bacon By making a brother into something he is not and You're better of in 'bama 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 [Hook: 2x] Wake up! The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies If this was an opera, I'd probably say Figaro Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me n***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 pop hit I'll 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 Cannon My rap is for the mind, it's nutritious My word is final, the vinyl is 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 To never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead [Hook: 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 a lot 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 your underground scale and 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 get respect for the style I be choosing Rapping to the soul kind of jazz type of fusion 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, sk** 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 [Hook: 2x]