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[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 SongtexteCed 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! Aus Songtexte Mania