Wake Me When I'm Dead Lyrics - Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1 - Brand New Heavies

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 bum rush me like a Nazi 

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 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 

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 nigga 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)