Oh, a night, yo, that I just been through 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
club where the kids are like rolling I got an avalance dropped on my shoulders 'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids 'em I 'em, this 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 like song about the biz The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the wit the switching?" He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was
You see, he was a rapper wit a about to drop His record label told him that he had to it pop Take it from me, Jack, you're sadly A lot of labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a into something he is not And you're better off and farming on a picking cotton They ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya They get paid like quick fast and that's they dish ya
So homeboy, you're better off coming the heart And letting the kids put your record on the 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 Brand New, the
If this was an opera, I'll probably say, Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me though I the jams for the young population I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation?
It's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, But I can't sit home and write, 'Ice, Ice 'Cause if it comes to, I must have a pocket I go get a day job and rapping, stop it
I'm never going out, so, yo, I am, standing 'Cause my jams are fat like a cop Canon My rap is for the mind, nutritious My word is final, the final is
So it as if it was a hot fudge sundae Or I'll come get mine, I maybe one day I gotta work hard and must use my 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 when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm This life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my So I make the jam that'll make me better I a lot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well built '57 Chevies The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies So weigh this on ya underground 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 for the style I'll be choosing Rapping to the soul kind of like confusion
I'm not for a bruising but I'll break up Anything that's broiling 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, and that's word doc With battle, who me, G? You're crazier than Instead of confronting, you be checking The time 'cause it's wasting, after second
You're so busy and daring kids to shoot ya According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the You better wake up before you're in 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 New, the Heavies (Wake up)