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