Special Ed - Baby Kia

Yeah, I don't got no sizzle, bitch, I'm dumb Get your people, get your guns Yeah, bitch, yeah, ah Pop out, yeah What you wanna do? I got the glizzy with them 50 shots, we spin on any block Lil' homie he get at your top, and hit you with every shot We them glizzy boys, yeah, we only carry Glocks See him right here? This bitch buried a couple opps Got the dick on the Glock I done ran through a couple shots I mean ran through a couple thots I done fucked up a couple pots The people hate me, they ran in a couple spots They see a nigga be rappin' and knowing I'm finna pop Baby mama want fuck me, heard that I'm getting guap All my opp want be cool, 'cause they heard that I'm sending shots But I'm a D Boy, I'm special Ed All I hang around is retards We get you popped then pop a perc, it's time to recharge Pick that chop up (pick that chop up) Let it rip off Now pick your partner (who he?) We hit his chest first, then his head Gun him down like a expert, make sure he dead And bitch, I'm on that same block, let 'em know that we ain't scared You say you spin 'round here, I'm just surprised that you ain't dead 'Cause the last nigga spin got hit all in his head And hit all in his back, his shoulder, and his leg But hold on, girl, why you said that low? 'Cause the police watching and I don't want them to know Plus the opps trippin', got my gun at every show I even got this bitch when I'm walking in the store You heard that he want kill me, man, it's probably 'bout a hoe The world may never know But if he play with me, I hit him with that glizzy (with that glizzy) A couple shots'll knock a nigga out his misery (out his misery) And if you spin, you better spin 'til you get dizzy (you better spin 'til you get tired) I don't got no time for a hoe 'cause I be busy ('cause I be busy) Getting money Kidnap his child, have him feeling like he sunny (like he sunny) My bitch fucked my partner, had me feeling like a dummy (like a dummy) Now her best friend sucking dick, eating kids like, yummy Yeah, I just be having fun on these beats now Yeah, bitch Ooh, yeah, it ain't even about Tusk, yeah Fuck a nigga

We're on a mission We're on a mission We're on a mission We're on a mission We're on a mission We're on a mission We're on a mission This is a mission, not a small time thing Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went Well, I was coolin at the crib with this girl suzanne And everything was goin just accordin to plan When the phone rang yo I couldn't believe it Told myself to ignore it forget it leave it Just when things had started goin great It rang again I said hold up, wait Picked up the phone yelled who the hell is this Somebody said this is serious business There's a tape in the mailbox between your doors Take the tape from the box, and put it in yours I listened to the tape and my mouth just dropped I picked up the phone, but the man hung up It said, yo, this tape will self-destruct I pressed the deck, but the tape was stuck Oh well, what the heck, I just cleaned up the mess Opened up the closet, got the bullet-proof west Loaded up the sawed-off, the double-barrel The rambo knife with the hunting apparel Threw on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye She said, special ed, don't go, you might die Started cryin and huggin on me, so I shut her I said, sorry baby, but I gotta do what I gotta (You're on a mission) Do what I gotta (You're on a mission) (You're on a mission) Do what I gotta (You're on a mission) (You're on a mission) Do what I gotta (You're on a mission) This is a mission, not a small-time thing Took the express on a air force jet The thoughts in my mind broke me out into sweat I was thinkin of the message again and again In particular the name of lu chin chen Yo, I landed in japan with intent to kill You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my grill Took a look at the picture of the man that I was after A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate master Knew where to find him, knew where he would be I turned around and showin up mr. chen found me I looked him in the eye with a stare so cold I said, I came to revenge for the rhymes you stole Now you must die, because that is my mission He flipped back, got into a fighting position The tiger style, the shit was wild He threw his hands in the air, he started to smile I said, you can smile now, but you won't for long Cause sucker, you'll be sorry that you stole my song He said choose your style, I broke fool, I said what Pulled out the knife, tried to shove it in his gut It didn't even cut, I flipped, I started buggin Pulled out the hand gun, I shot a slug in His chest, he said, buddha bless and stood proud Out shot the bullet, mr. chen just bowed So I shot him again yo, I couldn't believe Mr. chen caught the bullet in this two front teeth Yo, he kicked me on the floor just like I was a child I got fed up, I thought of flatbush style Stood to my feet, threw my hands to the sky Shaked him then, I faked him, then I caught him in the eye He started stumblin, yo, I started wildin He tripped, busted his lip, I started smilin Knew he was defeated, but I wasn't done yet So I shot him with the shotie, then I jetted in the jet (You're on a mission) (You're on a mission) Jetted in the jet (You're on a mission) (You're on a mission) Jetted in the jet (You're on a mission) (You're on a mission) Jetted in the jet (You're on a mission) This is a mission, not a small-time thing

(Think about it)--> rakim Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must wait For the approaching of a toy toduce him to his fate Death, I always try to figure out why Sucker mc's wanna battle me when they know they will die In the end, so why pretend you're livin trifle I'ma rope you up like a cowboy, stifle Your throat with my microphone cord, cause I'm the lord Of the rhyme, some people say that they can never get bored Cause I'm exciting, pleasurable listening I'm only tryin to show you what your records keep on missing, and I'm only tryin to help our your crew, and I know I must forgive ya, cause you don't know what you're doin So sucker mc's, please think twice Would you join the navy if you didn't like the gravy and rice? Think about it (Think about it) Think about that, then think about this If I tried to hit you, do you think that I would miss? Well, I'm fast, I only hit the center, mass and head I'm special ed, funkadelic relic of the ages If you like this, then I got pages and pages Some dumb bubbleyum bubblegum chewin Chumps be screwin I the fly, I wonder why What's the reason for the treason, huh, you wanna die? I'm high-post, higher than most Not from france, but I eat french toast I'm international, I make the cash in all ways Got dollars in my pocket, cause man, it pays To be smart, I turn my art into an empire Cause I grow and grow, so you know I never tire Got the status and the clout, no doubt Of all time, I got the rhyme to take you out Cause my rap is like a trap that you fall into I'm special ed, now who the hell are you? You're unknown, don't even own a microphone You can't rap, you make me wanna cap a stone In your eye, why do you persist to make noise When ever since I was a kid I never did like toys I get furious, leavin mc's curious In a daze, my hits do faze I recommend you listen to the phrase that pays Don't jest, you won't succeed I make you bleed till you need a transfusion This is no illusion I know you're gettin blurried, don't worry, it's confusion Of the mind, don't whine, you can't cry forever It'll take your life to decipher the clever Rhymes that I say in the way that I do Akshun luv, my deejay, I guess it's on you But is there anybody better? I doubt it And if you think you are, I think you better think about it (Think about it) Idolized by the public, praised by the critics Worth more than gold, longer than a giraffe Take em to the pawn shop, get a yard and a half And I'm the creator of the rhymes you praise All of y'all with the gall I will leave in a daze Try to battle me, and i'ma make it my job To burn you as I turn you like a shishkebab Cause yo, the style that I portrait is the style of a leader If you' re really gonna battle me, you're really gonna need a Whole crew, not two, three or four You gonna need a whole posse, a mossie or more Cause I'm strong, rap long, yet the rhymes don't drag Like a bag full of tricks or a trick in a bag I'm uprising, surprising Not a nag, not antagonizing Cause I'm full of fun, and I got a gun To kill mc's fresher than me, but there are none Cause I've looked everywhere Under every rock, in every chair Mc's they try to hide when I get hot I know that they hide, but where I know not You're nothin but a sucker, chump you're scared You tried to battle me, but you wasn't prepared You slept, I crept up, shot your drawers And now you're runnin for your life like you're swimmin from jaws But go, I know that you've learned your lesson Go to church, just confess, and Tell the preacher you committed sin You battled special ed when you couldn't win Tried, you cried, you shouted, you pouted But I told ya - you should thought about it (Think about it)

I am the magnificent I'm the magnificent with the sensational style And I can go on and on for like a mile A minute, I get in it like a car and drive And if the record is smash, I can still survive 'Cause I'm the man of steel on the wheel that you're steerin' Or rather playin' on the record that you're hearin' You might not understand what I'm saying at first So action love, put it in reverse I'm just conversin' with you, person This is just a conversation I'm Special Ed, with the special presentation Hey, I like to play so for me it's recreation It's not just a job, it's an adventure If worse comes to worse, I've got your thirst quencher But ya gotta buy it, don't even try it, I don't rhyme for free No matter how dry it gets I collect my money in sets One before the show and again when I jet So I get mine, and I'm a get more 'Cause I'm financially secure and I'm sure So I don't need your tips or advice 'Cause I'm too nice for that, you rat I can't stand mice, I'm like a cat, kinda frisky Battling is risky business, you might acquire dizziness Just like whiskey, isn't this enough? Oh, you think you're tough, cookie I think you better call your bookie 'Cause you can bet your life I'm gonna play you like hooky On a Friday, this is my day When I was through, I heard you say "Why they dis me like that?", I shoulda repent Somebody shoulda said that Special Ed was the magnificent I am the magnificent I'm the magnificent, dynamite, super dope, outta sight Special Ed with my trusty pal, action love, the run we shall Continue to win, yet this is not a game But I'm 'a play you if say you claim to be better I hate rumors and I give tumors And our jammies get Grammy's Yet I'm not an actor, it's just a factor That we're famous, don't blame us for nothin' Action love is cuttin', I'm on the rhyme Skin your teeth and it's your beef that I'll grind Like a butcher, I'll put you on a table And let my D.J. cut ya but you're such a little sucker I might not even touch ya I betcha whatcha want is just attention Your mother and your father shoulda used some prevention Look at all the time and the money they spent And now ya wanna die against I-the magnificent? I am the magnificent I'm the magnificent with the sensational style And I can go on and on for like a mile A minute, I get in it like a car and drive And if the record is smash, I can still survive 'Cause I'm the man of steel on the wheel that you're steerin' Or rather playin' on the record that you're hearin' You might not understand what I'm saying at first So action love, put it in reverse

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