Special Ed - Club Scene lyrics

rate me

(feat. Kazaam)

[Special Ed]

This is not just a hip-hop gig

It's club, it's pop, it's big, you dig?

No small-time, no small rhyme

I won't fall at all, cause I'm

Supported, nothin is extorted

I know you can hear it but can you afford it?

I bet you caught it, stole it, hold it

Don't you know the law detest such acts?

First you purchase, then pay tax

Not take take free and step

Jail is where your kind is kept

It's like a party, know what I mean?

As a matter of fact call it the club scene

(Dance, I know you got the feeling

I know you got the feeling

Let's dance)

[Special Ed]

I'm Special Ed, this is Kazaam

This is not just a hip-hop jam

We came like a spark to ignite

Explode into a mode like dynamite

Head-on, full blast

Thread on and I'ma get on your ass

Then let you go

And give it to Kazaam, yo

[Kazaam]

I'm Kazaam, and I'm next

Ed gave the tag, here's the suplex

Here's the pin - we win

Do i have to get physical when we're in

A battle, it's supposed to be pleasant

Not the annihilation of a peasant

I'm a lady, know what I mean?

Don't get fed Ed, this is the club scene

(It's not over) (over) (over)

[Special Ed]

Alright Kazaam, I'ma chill

I understand but I can and will

Get ill

[Kazaam]

Yo Ed, just groove it

And nothin movin

Nothin to be proven

Can't nobody take what's yours

[Special Ed]

Yeah, I know cause I'ma break some jaws

And bones ,forget sticks and stones

Don't take no shorts, don't give no loans

Well anyway, how much does a penny weigh?

Take your cheap thought, you don't get any say

So shove it

Yo Kazaam, do you like it?

[Kazaam]

I love it, I adore it

Hit it, I'm with it, I'm all for it

All against, commence to get overthrown

I'm on the microphone

Therefore, near or afar

When I do a show leave the door ajar

Cause the heat I generate boils water

I can burn any rhyme you ever thought of

No sweat, no Keith

No joke, no smile, no teeth

Yo Ed, tell em what I mean

[Special Ed]

Grow up boy, this is the club scene

[Kazaam]

Check it out

Take the record out

Put it on the wheels

Tell me how it feels

What is the texture, is it soft or hard?

If it's soft take it off, then throw it in the yard

Let a crackhead sell it

If it's hard memorize it and spell it

Every last sentence

Attend every show I take your attendance

But don't cut out

Because you might fail and your mother might shout

And scream and get real mean

And go (go) no more of that club scene!

(Rock your body, ro-rock your body)

(It's) (over)