Featuring Brand New Heavies




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




(Chorus)



(Wake Up) The Masta, The Ace And The Brand New, The Heavies (2x)




If This Was An Opera, I'll Probably Say Figaro



Black Kid From Brooklyn But Don't Call Me Nigga 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