Message 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
Going and flowing and showing

You're still growing, 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 going nuts in a ten cell
You wanna low-rate me? You're better off in hell
Feel the flame, fire burn, roast and toast
Let me hear your skull while I brag and boast
I keep your brain on standby
'Cause it's the message coming straight from the boss

Your attention please, come on and let me try this
This beat is funky, so watch this
Made up some rhymes that are hyper than hyperspace
A G will kick face, eliminate
Raps who think quick, slick with a few tricks
Can't be quick fix if they try this
Man, and, ayo, ask the right to be
On any stage and mic so one can pass to me

'Cause I'm in there and I swear
I'm like Spiderman, no one's bested
Statue me, get to me, or pester me
Confess to me, guessin' me
Addressin' me, be less than me, or testin' me
Because it only brings out the best in me
So, yo, here's what you really need to do
Instead of battlin', we 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 dying, starving, robbing
Being 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 and not abuse it
And in the long run, we have improved this
Situation and turned it into a positive
They doubt it this, but we're proud of this
Institution we invented, of course

That's why this message is coming from the boss

Once again I hear your garbage on my radio
Left to right and coming through my stereo
I turn it off, go off about sure
Blow off MCs who can't talk or read or write or learn
Stutter, I think you need to go to RIF
But watch me shift
The smarter I get, the dumber you get
The better I get, the wackier you get

Ha ha ha, I gotta laugh
MCs are very funny to me
And on Easter, they're like a bunny to me
Hopping around with farther education
Formation results in occupation
Better skills, how to sign an application for a job
But you'd rather be a slob, a parasite
Eating corn for carb, begging 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 car scratched ya for hitting your moms or pops
You need a shake in your brain, adolescent
I'm a vet, you're a juvenile and driven wild
Meanwhile, you look stupid and petty
And now see now, house time in jail without bail

Now you're up for sale, you're like a prostitute
Another man's wife on a la-la tip
Think about it again 'cause it's the message
Coming straight from the boss