Oh, what a night, yo, that I just through I barely made it home this hip-hop venue These two guys, no guys, no four, yo, this 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, this and boy, did I surprise 'em
They said, "Yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he he is?" He's supposed to be commercial like that about the biz The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the wit the switching?" He's bitching, didn't 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 Take it me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken A lot of record labels been trying to get the
By making a brother into he is not And you're better off and farming on a farm cotton They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and twist ya They get paid like quick and that's when they dish ya
So homeboy, better off coming from the heart And letting the kids put record on the chart You use your head and forget what they said 'Cause in about a year, be like, "Wake me when 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
If this was an opera, I'll probably say, Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me though I rocks the jams for the population I wonder, I wonder, can I change the
futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, maybe But I can't sit and write, 'Ice, Ice Baby' 'Cause if it comes down to, I must have a I go get a day job and rapping, I'll it
I'm never going out, so, yo, I am, standing my jams are fat like a cop named Canon My rap is for the mind, it's My is final, the final is delicious
So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae Or I'll come get mine, I maybe one day I work hard and must use my head You'll hit the point, I'm saying, "Wake me when 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 Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies
me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead This is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head So I make the jam that'll make me feel I hear a lot of groups that come than cheddar
But this jam is built like '57 Chevies The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies So weigh on ya underground scaling We be prevailing while be failing
I'm hailing from and I strive for the ends But I need a Beamer and I don't need a Benz Still I get for the style I'll be choosing Rapping to the soul of jazz like confusion
I'm not for a bruising but I'll break up Anything broiling like an LA Laker So I rocks the Coast as well as the city, yo I got flavor like a PE video
Plus I got a lot of um, skill and word doc With battle, who me, G? You're crazier than Instead of confronting, you be checking The time 'cause it's wasting, second second
You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future You wake up before you're in over your head Tomorrow, you'll be screaming, "Wake me 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
(Wake up) The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up) The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the (Wake up)