Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wake Me When I'm Dead , by - The Brand New Heavies. Release date: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
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 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 |
| Wake up! |
| The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies |
| If this was an opera, I’d 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 |
| Cause if it comes down to, I must have a pop hit |
| I’ll 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 Cannon |
| My rap is for the mind, it’s nutritious |
| My word is final, the vinyl is 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 |
| To never hit the point, I’m saying wake me when I’m dead |
| 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 a lot 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 your underground scale and |
| 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 get respect for the style I be choosing |
| Rapping to the soul kind of jazz type of fusion |
| 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 |