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Special Ed - Lyrics lyrics
Chorus 2X: "Lyrics somebody want lyrics (yea yea) somebody want lyrics" KRS One Verse One: Here I go the lyrical specialist with the perscription I give you the leagal drug addiction nonfiction I got the shank to your memory bank How sharp don't be affraid of the dark Come in to the light you still can't see It can't be the historical metaphorical lyrical Yes the S you know the rest fuck the spellin' I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, cause you don't listen, fool Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury Surely, I purley destroy any toy with any game That's why I never lose, I never play, I savaday style while I maintain mine Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent No quest unless it's the Tribe So check that vibe twice Cause I'm nice Whoever got beef Tell me the price And I'll raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill Never, yea I'm as lyrical as ever Chorus Verse Two: You wanna start about, have you thought about Consequences, sentences, come to your sences, on the fences Cause I'm strictly throwin' hits Knowin' it's, unfair Gun here, throw in a extra clip Cause I'm next to flip Next time, bring in a next rhyme, cause I Float like dead body, sting like a tazer Sharper than a ... lazer Open heart ... major Surgery transplant cause you have none Theres one, shoot a fair one, that's a real one Grannit, with a enough heart to start But can you manage when I brandige your bandage And your stitch is open And your bitch is open Is she, somethins' fishy I don't like dis When I'm like dis they try to ammulate my likeness Clones Microphones break from my intake For phatter, mass matter, glass shatter Becareful, I got a airfole Listen, I got them lyrics that your missin' Chorus 3X Verse Three: You're commin' with your new sound You never threw dowm Why try, try my tie and hang em' high, in the closet Cause it, wasn't, I good idiea Who should I fear No one, the son of Jah Gimmie some la, and I get mystic Lyricdistic But wait, your not great, your not good I shot wood, put you out your misery history in the makin' Fuckin' with a crazy Jamacian See, they vanish when I brandish the hair trigga Yea nigga I'm goin hay wire Might fire Might not But it's white hot And with the right flow, the shit might blow So I detonate, then evacuate, leavin' ash, don't even ask Feel the blast, fast, I know you won't last But you can still try Somebody want lyrics Then come see the eye Chorus 3X |
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