Message From The Boss Songtext / Lyric

[Kool Keith]

You wanna know my business? I got things to do

People to meet, people to see

Very important - matters to turn to

A waste of time for me to try to burn you

and talk a minute, you're not worth a conversation

I speak intelligently, with information

Goin and flowin and showin, you're still growin

adolescent -- with a childish mind

Your brain is small, plus it's hard to find

I need a microscope, to see a two-cent brain

that don't think, when they rob and steal

and rape and kill -- and murder their loved ones

Now put your brain in the guillotine

Slice it to cold cuts, you're goin nuts? cell

You wanna low rate me?

You're better off in Hell, feel the flame

fire burn roast and toast

Let me hear you scald, while I brag and boast

I keep your brain on stand-by

Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!

[Ced Gee]

Your attention please, come on, let me try this

This beat is funky -- so I just

made up some rhymes that are hyper than hyperspace

Ced Gee will kick bass, eliminate

rappers who think quick slick with a few tricks

Can't be quick fixed if they try this

man, and, aiyyo, I have the right to be

on any stage and mic someone can pass to me

Cause, I'm in there, and I swear

I'm like Vladimir, no one bet-ter

step to me, get to me, or pes-ter me

Confess to me, guessin me

Adressin me, be less than me, or testin me

because, it only brings out the best in me

Soul, no - here's what you really need to do

Instead of battlin you need to really improve

our race, and every other race

Bring em together -- and let's face

the problems, that we need to be solvin

People are dyin, starvin, robbin

Bein discriminated from different jobs

and things like that so think about that

We have a tool to use that they call rap

So, yo, let's use it, not abuse it

And in the long run, we have improved this

situation and turned into a positive

They doubted this, so we're proud of this

institution we invented of course

That's why this message, is comin from the BOSS!

[Kool Keith]

Yeah Ced. {*echoes*}

Once again, I hear your garbage on my radio

Left to right, and comin through my stereo

I turn it off, go off without show-off

Blow off MC's who can't talk or read or write

or learn, stutter - I think you need to go? RIFT?

But watch me shift

The smarter I get, the dumber you get

The better I get, the wacker you get

Ha ha hah, I gotta laugh - MC's are very funny to me

And on Easter, they're like a bunny to me

Hoppin around, without a education

Formation, results in occupation

Better skills, how to sign a application

for a job, but you'd rather be a slob

A parasite, eating corn off the cob

Beggin everybody, you got a dollar for crack?

I'll pay you back

Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday's here

Where's my money?

It ain't funny with a pipe in your face

For a fracture, last time the cops smacked ya

for hittin your moms and pops

You need a shake in your brain, adolescent

I'm a vet, you're juvenile, and driven wild, meanwhile

You look stupid and petty, and now senile

How's time in jail without bail?

Now you're up for sale, you're like a prostitute

Another man's wife, on the la-la tip

think about it again

Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!