Songtext I got it made von Funkmaster Flex

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The mix tape, vol. 1: 60 minutes of funk

1995

01. Everyday and everynight
02. Get up
03. Freestyle
04. Zulu war chant
05. Loud hangover
06. 20 minute workout
07. Award tour
08. Freestyle - erick sermon
09. Shook ones pt. 1 (a capella)/wu-tang clan ain't nuthing ta f' wit
10. Incarcerated scarfaces
11. Freestyle - the fugees
12. 20 minute workout 2
13. I-ight
14. Freestyle - busta rhymes
15. Let's be specific
16. Hey girlfriend promo
17. 900 number
18. All for one
19. Party groove
20. Freestyle - fat joe
21. Give up the goods (just step)
22. Puff daddy promo
23. Freestyle - rasta t
24. Freestyle - q-tip
25. 20 minute workout 3
26. Puerto rico
27. Peter piper
28. Eric b. is president
29. Make the music with your mouth
30. Nobody beats the biz
31. I got it made
32. Rock the bells
33. Droppin' science
34. Krs one speech
35. Flex outro
36. Freestyle - method man
37. Freestyle - kaotic style

I got it made

*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 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

*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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*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 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

*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