Taxing

歌詞

[ 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