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*verse 1*I'm your idol, the highest title, numero unoI'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speakin so that you knowand understand I got the gift of speechand it's a blessin, so listen to the lesson I preachI talk sense condensed into the form of a poemfull of knowledge from my toes to the top of my domeI'm kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturityI'm not a child, I don't need nothin for securityI get paid when my record is played--to put it shortI got it made*verse 2*I'm outspoken--my language is broken into a slangbut it's just a dialect that I select when I hangI play it cool--'cause coolin is all that I'm aboutjust foolin wit tha girlies, yes I'm bustin it outI'm Special Ed and you can tell by the style that I useI'm creatively superior, yo--I never loseI never lost 'cause I'm the bossI never will 'cause I'm stillthe champion, chief one, won't lose until--I chooseSongtextewhich I won't 'cause I don't retreatI'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the streetYou'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 giftednever boosted, never shopliftedI got the cash, but maoney ain't nothinmake a million dollars every record that I cut and--my name is Special Ed and I'm a super-duper starever other week I get a brand new carGot twenty, that's plenty yet I still want morekinda fond of honda scooters--got seventy-fourI got the riches--to fulfill my needsgot land in the sand of the West Indieseven got a little island of my very own--I gotta frog--a dog with a solid gold boneAn accountant to account the amount I spentgotta treaty with Tahiti 'cause I own a percentgot gear out wear--to everydayboutiques from France to the U.S.A.and I make all the money from the rhymes I inventso it really doesn't matter--how much I spent, because, yoI make fresh rhymes--dailyyou burn me--really?Think, just blink and I made--a million rhymesjust imagine if you blinked-- a million timesdamn I'd be paid--I got it made*verse 4*I'm kinda spoiled'cause everything I want I got madeI wanted gear--got everything from cotton to suedeI wanted lead--I didn't beg I just got laidMy hair was growin too long, so I got me a fadeand when my dishes got dirty, I got Cascadewhen the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shadeI'm wise because I rise to the top of my gradewanted peace on Earth, so to God I prayedSome kids across town thought I was afraidthey couldn't harm me--I got the army brigadeI'm not a traderif what you got is greater I'll tradebut maybe later 'cause my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee--I got it made Aus Songtexte Mania