Special Ed - Taxing lyrics

rate me

[ VERSE 1 ]

After I pose for the photos, address the press

I take a rest to let my rhymes digest

Into my brain to sustain and cultivate it

Take a penny for my thoughts, from copper I gold-plate it

Enrich my mind like wine till I find

What I need to exceed with speed, proceed line

Fold it, I take the mic, I grab it and I hold it

Then I walk to and talk to the crowd, cause yo, I sold it

You bought it, you thought it wasn't worth

But the record went gold, it sold, jerk

I'm worldwide, from girls I hide

Not gay, no way, but they all wanna ride

Mine, they bring me roses and wine

But I hate cheap sex, so next time

Come correct like an intellect

Okay, do you hear what I say? Check

Yo, on the rhyme I'm a lyrical joy

And whoever shall front shall be destroyed

The lyrical composer, I produce all legit

My name's Special Ed and yo, your name ain't -

And I'm powerful in my stable mentality

Takin MC's, yes, of any nationality

Blitzin em, dissin em, off I'm pissin em

Makin em solo, broads won't be kissin em

You got taxed, face the facts

Now where's the jokes and all the wisecracks?

You made before you got slayed by the slayer

Special Ed, DJ Akshun on the record player

Chillin, still in the back just maxin

Me in the front, to be blunt, I'm taxin

I'm taxin

[ VERSE 2 ]

When I'm on the mic I make MC's wonder

How I don't make the foul-ups, bleeps or blunders

I'm fool-proof, I'm too couth, too

I got the Uzi for the crew, see, but the hands work for you

I give a fair one, because I never like to scare one

Unless he got a vest and a gun

A like a shoot-out, I like a have a root-and-toot-out

If you like to kick, I got the steel-toe boot out

Cause I'm malicious, vicious on the mic is how I am

And I always do as I like, clause I demand

The utmost respect from you

Because you should give respect where respect is due

To Special Ed, that's my name and that's the title I hold

You're gonna get burned if you wanna get bold

And I'm ready, I let the others call me Eddie

But for you it's Special Ed because I said so, spaghetti

And in the meantime break out the sixpacks and

Cool while I rule, cause I'm taxin

Taxin

I'm taxin

Taxin

[ VERSE 3 ]

Well, if you're lookin for a Brooklyn jam

Here's one you might like about a mic and a man

Well, I be meditatin, then I be waitin for the victim

If they flam then I slam them and kick them

Bite the face, then I taste em and lick them

Like Ray I slay, take a brick and

Brick them, yo, I'm not the typical, massive and large

I'm humongous, but the youngest in charge

In combat I contract with souls like crack

Decompose my foes to the size of toes

Because you get all hype and long-winded

But that ain't it, it's the rhymes that are commended

By the crowd as they start to cheer

With the Cisco, the blunts, and the forties of beer

Cause stimulation is what helps my creations

You know I get mellow before my presentations

Because it helps my rhymes to flow through

Like water, I caught a brew, on second thought a few

To release all the heat that I kept

When I was sober, so now it's overstepped

Aside, and by my rules abide

Protest, yes, and I suggest you hide

Cause I'm comin hummin the song of redemption

Makin stacks, takin tax exemptions

You start to fiend, scream and then holler

For a cigarette, as I get your last dollar

I'm taxin, usin Ajax and waxin

MC's with the fleas in their backs and

Behind their ears and up their butt-cracks and

Keep on till you clean up your act and

Stop hold your nose up like Michael Jackson

Dressin like a bum, cause you don't wear slacks, and

I'm done, thanks, it's been fun practisin

I'm done taxin