LYRIC

Verse*1 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 Verse

*2 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–'cause 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 'cause I'm the boss I
never will 'cause I'm still The
champion chief, one won't, lose until– I
choose Which

I won't 'cause 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 'cause i– Got
it made Verse

*3 I'm*
talented yes, I'm gifted Never
boosted never, shoplifted I
got the cash but, maoney 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 week 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 'cause I own a percent Got
gear out wear–to everyday Boutiques
from france to the you 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 Verse

*4 I'm*
kinda spoiled 'cause
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 'cause my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee– I
got it made

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