Текст песни Masta Ase f Brand New Heavies - Wake Me When I`m Dead
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Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been throughI barely made it home from this hip-hop venueThese 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posseTry to fake a move and bumrush me like a NaziUnderground club where the kids are like rollingI almost got an avalance dropped on my show and`Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize `emI tries `em this freestyle and boy did I surprise `emThey said yo, that`s too hype, yo, who`s he think he isHe suppose to be commercial like that song about the BizThe kid said "Masta Ace, yo what`s the deal wit the switching?"He`s bitching, didn`t like the rap I was pitchingYou see, he was a rapper wit a single about to dropHis record label told him that he had to make it popTake it from me Jack, you`re sadly mistakenAlot of record labels been trying to get the baconBy making a brother into something he is not andYou`re better of and dammer on a farm picking cottonThey mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist yaThey get paid like quick fast and that`s when they dis yaSo homeboy, you`re better off coming from the heartAnd letting the kids put your record on the chartYou must use your head and forget what they said`Cause in about a year you`ll be like wake me when I`m dead(Chorus)(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies (2x)If this was an opera, I`ll probably say FigaroBlack kid from Brooklyn but don`t call me Nigga tho`I rocks the jams for the young populationI wonder, I wonder, can I change the nationit`s futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yea, maybeBut I can`t sit home and write Ice, Ice Baby`Cause if it comes down to, I must have a pocketI go get a dayjob and rapping, I`ll stop itI`m never going out, so, yo, firm I am standing`Cause my jams are fat like a cop named CanonMy rap is for the mind, it`s nutritiousMy word is final, devinyl and deliciousSo face it as if it was a hot fudge sundaeOr I`ll come get mine, I guess maybe one dayI gotta work hard and must use my headYou`ll never hit the point, I`m saying wake me when I`m deadChorus (2x)Wake me when I`m dead, hey yo, wake me when I`m deadThis life is like a nightmare, I`m gonna lose my headSo I make the jam that`ll make me feel betterI hear alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddarBut this jam is well bulit like `57 CheviesThe Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the HeaviesSo weigh this on ya, underground scalingWe be prevailing while others be failingI`m hailing from Brooklyn and I strive for the endsBut I don`t need a Beemer and I don`t need a BenzStill I got respect for the style I`ll be choosingRapping to the soul kind of jazz like confusionI`m cruising not for a bruising but I`ll break upAnything that`s broiling like an LA LakerSo I rocks the West Coast as well as the city, yoI got crazy flavor like a PE videoPlus I got alot of, um, skill and that`s word docWith battle, who me G, you`re crazier than MurdochInstead of confronting, you oughta be checkingThe time `cause it`s wasting, second after secondYou`re so busy ripping and daring kids to shoot yaAccording to the Jetsons, there`s no blacks in the futureyou better wake up before you`re in over your headTomorrow, you`ll be screaming wake me when I`m deadChorus (2x)