Wake Me When I'm Dead

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