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