Tonalité : D major
Verse 1
D
Yo it's on right?
Yo when you don't stop.
What's up y 'all?
Yo this is
Special
Ed and we chillin' out
here in the basement.
Rockin' it live and flat but we got
RET behind the boards.
We got my brother
Wing over there sittin' down.
We got
Lil
Sean sittin' down.
We got 40 sittin' down.
We got my brother
Drew sittin' down.
We got
DJ
Action.
We got
DJ
Action.
Bitch yo, what
I'ma do right,
I'ma let my voice feel a little loose
on this track right here
So, first on the mic is my man
Drew, so you can do what you like
G
I consume a digest and take a rest,
F
C
F
D
pack the mic then strap the rest onto wall
C
G
Sound the charge of the brigade,
F
C
G
I'm ready to battle, state can't get paid
D
C
Dropping bodies like bodies,
D
G
C
G
so watch your back cause I'm strapped, and I'm ready to attack
In fact, you lack the skills to get killed so I
D
C
put you on site with the scope to kill
G
C
On target, I might just bust
G
without discus
C
Watch the bloodbath,
G
no man can take this much fury
D
When I'm on a jewel heist,
C
but I don't steal jewels
G
I just get cold knife on the mic
Visit to create the scene
F
G
Brought to you from
C
Drew and the
G
GOAT team
C
G
This is how I let off steam, so make way, yo
F
C
D
40, tell him what you gotta say
G
How many times must I pull the trigger?
D
G
My rhyme is automatic,
so now it's time to figure
C
G
Should I release a masterpiece
of my music?
You heard it once before,
so don't be confused
Forty love the name and
Brooklyn's the back -up
Lived it all my life so don't try to act up
D
G
Played his game for kids,
I only got one shot
Better make it quick or I lose my spot
My rhyming skills serve
out my sixth sense
With the lyric lashing breaks
down your defense
Go for forty days and forty nights
D
G
Drink for forty dog, add forty fights
D
G
Empties come in all different types
C
G
But they don't know,
don't believe the hype
Once I touch the mic you better
save your breath
C
G
Cause you just fit the five and
C's of death
D
G
Kick the couple around,
now it's time to be gone
Next on the mic is my man,
Lil
Sean
Get, get up out your seats, let's begin
Cause I'm the
L -I -T -T -L -E -S -H -A -W -N
Just give me a pen,
I'll fill it to the rim until you say when
The rhymes are right,
I hyped up for your pleasure
The styles I use change up like the weather
Tall and good looking, if I may say so
I don't joke or kid or play,
although I know some might say
I possess a sense of humor
The fact that I'm bad on
the mic is not a rumor
Any mistakes that I make
will be corrected
Cause when the mic's in my hand,
I'm respected
D
Cause no one is half the
emcee that I am
Cause I'm hot,
potent and fly, superb and flam and all
Cause you know a lot of rappers talk junk
G
D
And yes, on the mic they flunk
Cause
Lil
G
Sean got funk
D
And on the microphone I'm fed
Last but not least is the man
Special
Ed
I don't know where to start,
so I will where I am
Sitting in my chair as I prepare another jam
Not a jam sandwich,
but another man which can
Lyrically withstand an attack
G
D
G
Verbally, I'm superbly packed with vitamins
E and
D
D
Take them and you might feel like,
but you can't be like me
Cause there is only one like the
one sun in the solar system
Cause I revolve and twist them
Into pretzel -like figures of flesh
That's what happens when you
figure your frictions and fests
Now clean up the mess and
send it back to sender
If you remember the address,
just hop back in your box
Tell them where you live if
someone knocks
Because when you're positive you
gotta be there overnight
Tryin' to battle,
I'ma cook ya, then book ya flight
G
D
I know I shouldn't help out a sucker
MC
Cause I'm a frequent flyer,
so I fly miles for free
And you don't stop
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Ed, yo,
Ed, it ain't over yet
I gotta get some,
you thought I couldn't rhyme?
Check this out
At first, I put some rhymes to a whole stop
Go for your jugular vein,
take out your voice box
Leave ya speechless,
cause you can't beat this
Have a seat, cause I'm about to tease this
So say your last goodbyes,
cause nothing can save ya
Get on your knees,
bow your head, and pray ya
I'm like the
Mafia, give you a kiss and that's my sign
And your death wish acts as a warrior,
I would do more of ya
One, two, three or four
of ya, don't care if I know of ya
An opportunity like this, I can't pass up
Give me the microphone and
I'ma light that ass up
Cause I'm hittin' hard in 1990
And folky would be the best
word to describe me
You can ask any brother, am I hype?
And then simply reply, you're damn right
Put your mic down boy,
save that chit -chat
Cause your troop,
you could get a big smack
Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'
Cause you know we ain't playin'
My man
Ak
My man 40
Love
My man
Lil
Sean
My man, my brother
Drew
My brother
Drew
D
My brother
Wayne in the house
Howie
T is in the house
I'm in the
Mizzou fuckin' house
And yo, it's like that
Peace
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