Song | Message From The Boss |
Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
Album | Funk Your Head Up |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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! |
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 twocent 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 standby | |
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 better | |
Step to me, get to me, or pester 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 showoff | |
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 lala tip | |
Think about it again | |
Cause it' s the message, comin straight from the boss! |
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 twocent 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 standby | |
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 better | |
Step to me, get to me, or pester 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 showoff | |
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 lala tip | |
Think about it again | |
Cause it' s the message, comin straight from the boss! |