Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through   I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue   These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse   Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi   Underground club where the kids are like rolling   I almost got an avalance dropped on my show and   'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em   I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em   They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is   He suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz   The kid said "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"   He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching   You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to drop   His record label told him that he had to make it pop   Take it from me Jack, you're sadly mistaken   Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon   By making a brother into something he is not and   You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton   They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya   They get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis ya   So homeboy, you're better off coming from the heart   And letting the kids put your record on the chart   You 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 Figaro   Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me Nigga tho'   I rocks the jams for the young population   I wonder, I wonder, can I change the nation   it's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea, maybe   But I can't sit home and write Ice, Ice Baby   'Cause if it comes down to, I must have a pocket   I go get a dayjob and rapping, I'll stop it   I'm never going out, so, yo, firm I am standing   'Cause my jams are fat like a cop named Canon   My rap is for the mind, it's nutritious   My word is final, devinyl and delicious   So face it as if it was a hot fudge sundae   Or I'll come get mine, I guess maybe one day   I gotta work hard and must use my head   You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead      Chorus (2x)      Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead   This life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head   So I make the jam that'll make me feel better   I hear alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar   But this jam is well bulit like '57 Chevies   The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies   So weigh this on ya, underground scaling   We be prevailing while others be failing   I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends   But I don't need a Beemer and I don't need a Benz   Still I got respect for the style I'll be choosing   Rapping to the soul kind of jazz like confusion   I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll break up   Anything that's broiling like an LA Laker   So I rocks the West Coast as well as the city, yo   I got crazy flavor like a PE video   Plus I got alot of, um, skill and that's word doc   With battle, who me G, you're crazier than Murdoch   Instead of confronting, you oughta be checking   The time 'cause it's wasting, second after second   You're so busy ripping and daring kids to shoot ya   According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future   you better wake up before you're in over your head   Tomorrow, you'll be screaming wake me when I'm dead      Chorus (2x)