I Got It Made (Funkmaster Flex Version)

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--cuz 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 cuz I'm the boss
I never will cuz I'm still
the champion, chief one, won't lose until--
I choose

which I won't cuz 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 cuz 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
Every other month 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 cuz 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
And 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 cuz my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee--
I got it made