*verse 1*
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I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
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I'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speakin so that you know
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and understand I got the gift of speech
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and it's a blessin,
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so listen to the lesson I preach
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I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem
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full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome
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I'm kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturity
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I'm not a child, I don't need nothin for security
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I get paid when my record is played--to put it short
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I got it made
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*verse 2*
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I'm outspoken--
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my language is broken into a slang
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but it's just a dialect that I select when I hang
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I play it cool--cuz coolin is all that I'm about
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just foolin wit tha girlies, yes I'm bustin it out
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I'm Special Ed and you can tell by the style that I use
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I'm creatively superior, yo--I never lose
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I never lost cuz I'm the boss
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I never will cuz I'm still
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the champion, chief one, won't lose until--
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I choose
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which I won't cuz I don't retreat
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I'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street
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You're invitin me, a titan to a battle--why?
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I don't need your respect cuz I--
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got it made
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*verse 3*
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I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
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never boosted, never shoplifted
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I got the cash, but maoney ain't nothin
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make a million dollars every record that I cut and--
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my name is Special Ed and I'm a super-duper star
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ever other month I get a brand new car
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Got twenty, that's plenty yet I still want more
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kinda fond of honda scooters--got seventy-four
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I got the riches--to fulfill my needs
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got land in the sand of the West Indies
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even got a little island of my very own--
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I gotta frog--a dog with a solid gold bone
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An accountant to account the amount I spent
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gotta treaty with Tahiti cuz I own a percent
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got gear out wear--to everyday
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boutiques from France to the U.S.A.
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and I make all the money from the rhymes I invent
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so it really doesn't matter--how much I spent, because, yo
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I make fresh rhymes--daily
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you burn me--really?
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Think, just blink and I made--a million rhymes
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just imagine if you blinked-- a million times
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damn I'd be paid--
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I got it made
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*verse 4*
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I'm kinda spoiled
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cuz everything I want I got made
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I wanted gear--got everything from cotton to suede
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I wanted lead--I didn't beg I just got laid
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My hair was growin too long, so I got me a fade
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and when my dishes got dirty, I got Cascade
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when the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shade
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I'm wise because I rise to the top of my grade
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wanted peace on Earth, so to God I prayed
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Some kids across town thought I was afraid
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they couldn't harm me--
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I got the army brigade
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I'm not a trader
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if what you got is greater I'll trade
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but maybe later cuz my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee--
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I got it made
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I Got it Made
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| Special Ed |
