Various Artists Follow

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 girlie, 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 and alligator sou flee
I got it made

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'