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