Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been I barely made it home from this venue These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, posse Try to fake a and bum rush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids are rolling I almost got an avalance on my shoulders 'Cause I writes the fat and kids memorize 'em I tries 'em, freestyle and boy, did I surprise 'em
said, "Yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is?" He's supposed to be commercial that song about the biz The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, the deal wit the switching?" bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single to drop His record told him that he had to make it pop it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken A lot of record been trying to get the bacon
By a brother into something he is not And you're better off and farming on a farm picking They mold ya and ya, they bend and they twist ya They get paid quick fast and that's when they dish ya
So homeboy, you're off coming from the heart And letting the put your record on the chart You must use head and forget what they said 'Cause in a year, you'll be like, "Wake me when I'm dead"
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
If this was an opera, I'll probably say, Black kid from but don't call me nigga though I rocks the jams for the population I wonder, I wonder, can I change the
It's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, But I can't sit home and write, 'Ice, Ice 'Cause if it comes down to, I have a pocket I go get a day job and rapping, I'll it
I'm going out, so, yo, firm I am, standing 'Cause my jams are fat like a cop named My rap is for the mind, it's My is final, the final is delicious
So face it as if it was a hot fudge Or I'll get mine, I guess maybe one day I gotta work and must use my head You'll never hit the point, I'm saying, "Wake me I'm dead"
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
Wake me I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead This life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna my head So I make the jam that'll me feel better I hear a lot of groups that cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well built '57 Chevies The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the So weigh this on ya scaling We be prevailing others be failing
I'm hailing from and I strive for the ends But I don't need a Beamer and I don't need a Still I get respect for the style be choosing Rapping to the soul of jazz like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up Anything that's broiling like an LA So I rocks the West as well as the city, yo I got crazy flavor a PE video
Plus I got a lot of um, skill and word doc With battle, who me, G? You're than Murdoch Instead of confronting, you oughta be The time it's wasting, second after second
You're so busy ripping and daring kids to ya According to the Jetsons, there's no in the future You better wake up you're in over your head Tomorrow, you'll be screaming, "Wake me I'm dead"
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies (Wake up) The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up)