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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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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--'cause 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 'cause I'm the boss |
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I never will 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause i-- |
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Got it made |
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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 week 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 'cause 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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I'm kinda spoiled |
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'Cause 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 'cause my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee-- |
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I got it made |
