Song Lyrics

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, '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,

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 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 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,
'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

Edward Archer, Howard Thompson, Jack Hill, Robert Beavers, Preston Joyner, Dennis Taylor