Wake Me When I'm Dead (feat. Master Ace)
The Brand New Heavies"Wake Me When I'm Dead (feat. Master Ace)" é uma música de The Brand New Heavies, 1992, Pop. A música tem 3:23 de duração, 75 lines / 681 words.
Letra
0:00Wake Me When I'm Dead - The Brand New Heavies/Masta Ace
0:22Oh what a night yo that I just been through
0:24I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
0:26These 2 guys no 3 guys no fourth yo this posse
0:29Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
0:32Underground club where the kids are like rolling
0:34I almost got an avalance dropped on my show and
0:36'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
0:38I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
0:41They said yo that's too hype yo who's he think he is
0:44He suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz
0:46The kid said ""Masta Ace yo what's the deal wit the switching ""
0:48He's bitching didn't like the rap I was pitching
0:50You see he was a rapper wit a single about to drop
0:53His record label told him that he had to make it pop
0:55Take it from me Jack you're sadly mistaken
0:57Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
0:59By making a brother into something he is not and
1:02You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
1:04They mold ya and shape ya they bend and they twist ya
1:07They get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
1:09So homeboy you're better off coming from the heart
1:11And letting the kids put your record on the chart
1:13You must use your head and forget what they said
1:15'Cause in about a year you'll be like wake me when I'm dead
1:21(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New
1:22The Heavies
1:28If this was an opera I'll probably say Figaro
1:30Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me Ni**a tho'
1:33I rocks the jams for the young population
1:35I wonder I wonder can I change the nation
1:37It's futile so I try yes hoping yea maybe
1:39But I can't sit home and write Ice Ice Baby
1:42'Cause if it comes down to I must have a pocket
1:44I go get a dayjob and rapping I'll stop it
1:46I'm never going out so yo firm I am standing
1:49'Cause my jams are fat like a cop named Canon
1:51My rap is for the mind it's nutritious
1:53My word is final devinyl and delicious
1:55So face it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
1:58Or I'll come get mine I guess maybe one day
2:00I gotta work hard and must use my head
2:03You'll never hit the point I'm saying wake me when I'm dead
2:08(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New
2:09The Heavies
2:24Wake me when I'm dead hey yo wake me when I'm dead
2:26This life is like a nightmare I'm gonna lose my head
2:28So I make the jam that'll make me feel better
2:30I hear alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar
2:32But this jam is well bulit like '57 Chevies
2:35The Masta the Ace and the Brand New the Heavies
2:37So weigh this on ya underground scaling
2:40We be prevailing while others be failing
2:42I'm hailing from Brooklyn and I strive for the ends
2:44But I don't need a Beemer and I don't need a Benz
2:47Still I got respect for the style I'll be choosing
2:49Rapping to the soul kind of jazz like confusion
2:51I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll break up
2:54Anything that's broiling like an LA Laker
2:56So I rocks the West Coast as well as the city yo
2:58I got crazy flavor like a PE video
3:01Plus I got alot of um skill and that's word doc
3:03With battle who me G
3:04You're crazier than Murdoch
3:05Instead of confronting
3:06You oughta be checking
3:07The time 'cause it's wasting second after second
3:09You're so busy ripping and daring kids to shoot ya
3:12According to the Jetsons
3:13There's no blacks in the future
3:14You better wake up before you're in over your head
3:16Tomorrow
3:17You'll be screaming wake me when I'm dead
3:21(Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New
3:23The Heavies
Wake Me When I'm Dead - The Brand New Heavies/Masta Ace 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 (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 Ni**a 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 (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 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 (Wake up) The Masta the Ace and the Brand New The Heavies
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