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brand new heavies - wake me when i'm dead lyrics

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oh, what a night, yo, that i just been through
i barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
these two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse
try to fake a move and b-m rush me like a n-z-

underground club where the kids are like rolling
i almost got an avalance dropped on my shoulders
’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’s supposed to be commercial like that song about the biz
the kid said “masta ace, yo, what’s the deal wit the switching?”
he’s b-tching, 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
a lot of record labels been trying to get the bacon

by making a brother into something he is not
and you’re better off and farming 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 dish 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”

(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies

if this was an opera, i’ll probably say, ‘figaro’
black kid from brooklyn but don’t call me n-gg- though
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, yeah, 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 day job 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, the final is 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”

(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies

(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies

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 a lot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar

but this jam is well built 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 beamer and i don’t need a benz
still i get 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 a lot 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”

(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
(wake up)
the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies

(wake up)
the masta, the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
(wake up)
the masta, the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
(wake up)

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