Master Ace - Wake Me When I'm Dead Lyrics
Oh, what a night, yo, that i just been throughI barely made it home from this hip-hop venueThese 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posseTry to fake a move and bumrush me like a naziUnderground club where the kids are like rollingI almost got an avalance dropped on my show and'cause i writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'emI tries 'em this freestyle and boy did i surprise 'emThey said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he isHe suppose to be commercial like that song about the bizThe kid said "masta ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"He's *****ing, didn't like the rap i was pitchingYou see, he was a rapper wit a single about to dropHis record label told him that he had to make it popTake it from me jack, you're sadly mistakenAlot of record labels been trying to get the baconBy making a brother into something he is not andYou're better of and dammer on a farm picking cottonThey mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist yaThey get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis yaSo homeboy, you're better off coming from the heartAnd letting the kids put your record on the chartYou must use your head and forget what they said'cause in about a year you'll be like wake me when i'm dead(chorus)(wake up) the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies (2x)If this was an opera, i'll probably say figaroBlack kid from brooklyn but don't call me nigga tho'I rocks the jams for the young populationI wonder, i wonder, can i change the nationIt's futile, so i try, yes, hoping, yea, maybeBut i can't sit home and write ice, ice baby'cause if it comes down to, i must have a pocketI go get a dayjob and rapping, i'll stop itI'm never going out, so, yo, firm i am standing'cause my jams are fat like a cop named canonMy rap is for the mind, it's nutritiousMy word is final, devinyl and deliciousSo face it as if it was a hot fudge sundaeOr i'll come get mine, i guess maybe one dayI gotta work hard and must use my headYou'll never hit the point, i'm saying wake me when i'm deadChorus (2x)Wake me when i'm dead, hey yo, wake me when i'm deadThis life is like a nightmare, i'm gonna lose my headSo i make the jam that'll make me feel betterI hear alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddarBut this jam is well bulit like '57 cheviesThe masta, the ace and the brand new, the heaviesSo weigh this on ya, underground scalingWe be prevailing while others be failingI'm hailing from brooklyn and i strive for the endsBut i don't need a beemer and i don't need a benzStill i got respect for the style i'll be choosingRapping to the soul kind of jazz like confusionI'm cruising not for a bruising but i'll break upAnything that's broiling like an la lakerSo i rocks the west coast as well as the city, yoI got crazy flavor like a pe videoPlus i got alot of, um, skill and that's word docWith battle, who me g, you're crazier than murdochInstead of confronting, you oughta be checkingThe time 'cause it's wasting, second after secondYou're so busy ripping and daring kids to shoot yaAccording to the jetsons, there's no blacks in the futureYou better wake up before you're in over your headTomorrow, you'll be screaming wake me when i'm deadChorus (2x)
