boom am i dead yet i don t think so masta ace in the place oh what a night yo that i ve just been through i barely made it home from this hip hop venue these two guys no three guys no four no this posse try to fake a move and bumrush me like a nazi underground club where the kids smell like odors i almost got an avalanche dropped on my shoulders cause i writes the fat raps and kids memorize em i tries um this new style 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 switchin he s bitchin didn t like the rap i was pitchin 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 tryin to get the bacon by makin a brother into somethin he is not and you re better of a dammer on a farm pickin cotton they mold ya and shape ya they bend and they twist ya they get paid like quick fast and that s when they diss ya so homeboy you re better off comin from the heart and lettin 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 the masta the ace and the brand new the heavies if this was an opera i d 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 it s hopeless 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 rappin i ll stop it i m never goin out so yo firm i am standin cause my jams are fat like a cop named canon my rap is for the mind it s nutritious my word is final the vinyl 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 sayin wake me when i m dead wake me when i m dead aiyo wake me when i m dead cause life is like a nightmare i m gonna lose my head so i make the jams that ll make me feel better i hear a lot of groups that be cheesier than cheddar but this jam is well built like 57 chevies the masta the ace and the brand new the heavies so weight is on ya underground scalin we be prevailin while others be failin i m hailin from brooklyn and i strive for the ends but i don t need a bimmer and i don t need a benz still i get respect for the style i ll be choosin rappin to the soul kind of jazz like fusion i m cruisin not for a bruisin but i ll break up anythin that s ballin like an l a laker so i rocks the west coast as well as the city yo i got crazy flava like a p e video plus i got a lot of um skill and that s word akh what battle who me g you re crazier than murdoch instead of confrontin you oughta be checkin the time cause it s wastin second after second you re so busy rippin and darin kids to shoot ya accordin 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 screamin wake me when i m dead 