Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been I barely made it home from this venue two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse Try to fake a move and bum rush me a Nazi
Underground club the kids are like rolling I almost got an dropped on my shoulders 'Cause I writes the fat and kids memorize 'em I tries 'em, freestyle and boy, did I surprise 'em
They said, "Yo, too hype, yo, who's he think he is?" He's to be commercial like that song about the biz The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, the deal wit the switching?" He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to His record label told him he had to make it pop it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken A lot of record labels been trying to get the
By a brother into something he is not And you're better off and farming on a picking cotton They mold ya and ya, they bend and they twist ya They get paid like fast and that's when they dish ya
So homeboy, you're off coming from the heart And letting the kids put your on the chart You must use your head and what they said 'Cause in about a year, you'll be like, "Wake me I'm dead"
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the New, the Heavies (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the
If was an opera, I'll probably say, 'Figaro' Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga I rocks the jams for the young I wonder, I wonder, can I the nation?
futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, maybe But I sit home and write, 'Ice, Ice Baby' if it comes down to, I must have a pocket I go get a day job and rapping, I'll it
I'm never out, so, yo, firm I am, standing 'Cause my jams are fat 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 come get mine, I guess maybe one day I gotta work hard and must use my never 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 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 lose my head So I the jam that'll make me feel better I hear a lot of groups that come cheesier than
But jam is well built like '57 Chevies The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the So weigh on ya underground scaling We be prevailing while others be
I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I for the ends But I don't need a and I don't need a Benz Still I get respect for the style I'll be Rapping to the soul kind of like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll up Anything broiling like an LA Laker So I rocks the West Coast as as the city, yo I got crazy flavor a PE video
Plus I got a lot of um, skill and that's doc With battle, who me, G? You're than Murdoch Instead of confronting, you oughta be The time 'cause it's wasting, second second
You're so busy ripping and kids to shoot ya According to the Jetsons, no blacks in the future You better wake up before you're in over head Tomorrow, be screaming, "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 Brand New, the
(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)