Goodie Mob - Special Education lyrics

rate me

They call him Gipp saga

It’s the mutant, mister get down

Live wire, words poke you like barbwire

Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains

My right leg longer than my left foot

Put stripes next to squares, still peel the circle

See spirits off of people, I don’t see color

I’m a special mind, yeah, a special kind

Conceived in the South at a special time

Covered in leaves of gold

Scripture written in scrolls

Spoken so clearly in tongues

So my children would come

Look around, can’t you see?

The industry, they look like me

I don’t wear the clothes you wear

I’m just different and I don’t care

It’s kind of sad and it’s a shame

Everyone wants to be the same

If you are listening here and now

I’m sure I can show you how

It’s okay to be afraid

Don’t you wanna be special?

I’m so special, boy, tried it when stupid, dog

I eat nuclear waste and spit atomic bombs

Plutonium explodes, that’s my trademark

Mushroom clouds inside, call ‘em brain farts

Gamma rays torch my system, now I’m going green

G force in my veins, pump hydrazine

KT 13, a microphone beam

Cosmic juggernaut, extraterrestrial being

Reign supreme, once conceived, boy, they broke the mold

All this glory-seeking is getting totally outta control

No one’s original, Attack of the Clones

Invasion of the swagger-snatchers

Aim for the dome

I don’t wear the clothes you wear

I’m just different and I don’t care

It’s kind of sad and it’s a shame

Everyone wants to be the same

If you are listening here and now

I’m sure I can show you how

It’s okay to be afraid

Don’t you wanna be special?

Scientists stood around in silence as I was being born

Was I quote, unquote “special” or was there something wrong?

My skin was black, my heart was gold, and my tongue was silver

And the fact that I could talk already, that was a thriller

And I fear what I don’t understand, so let me warn you

Especially when niggas make too much noise about being normal

Unusual but beautiful, the bond and blessing

Summa cum laude, School of Exceptional Youth, X-Men

Let me put something poetic into plain English

I’d rather die than to not be distinguished

The outsiders have no desires to be equal

When V.I.P. stands for “Very Insecure People”

I don’t wear the clothes you wear

I’m just different and I don’t care

It’s kind of sad and it’s a shame

Everyone wants to be the same

If you are listening here and now

I’m sure I can show you how

It’s okay to be afraid

Don’t you wanna be special?

S P E C I A L

Heavyweight in the game, T tip the scale

I travel over the world back to ATL

I’m friends with the mayor, I’m a truth-sayer

A crusader, a natural-born raider

I need a deejayer to be the illustrator

Let’s get the dollar signs, I said my Gucci rhymes

I think it’s tea time, don’t need a co-sign

T-Mo is on the grind, he about to let it shine

Off in the skyline, don’t worry about mine

I can handle lies and watching third eyes

I make ‘em go blind, I don’t deserve to rhyme

I don’t wear the clothes you wear

I’m just different and I don’t care

It’s kind of sad and it’s a shame

Everyone wants to be the same

If you are listening here and now

I’m sure I can show you how

It’s okay to be afraid

Don’t you wanna be special?