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 four, no, 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 avalanche dropped on my show and
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 suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the deal with the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper with 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 be trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of in 'bama 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
[Hook: 2x]
Wake up! The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no four, no, 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 avalanche dropped on my show and
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 suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the deal with the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper with 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 be trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of in 'bama 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
[Hook: 2x]
Wake up! The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
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