Tác giả : Special Ed
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My flow is vivid 
I give it two-hundred percent 
That's a hundred for me 
And a hundred for the rent 
I know whatcha meant, joe, i gotta flow too 
Cause they wack every show i go to 
I be leavin' 
I don't be beleavin' they be even 
Beleave in they own shit 
Actin' like they owwwn, shit 
Butcha never will 
So you better chill 
Or getcha grill, peice, torn by the beast 
You get the claws 
Across your jaws 
Hear the roars 
Now we gonna lock the doors 
Your trapped in a rap like a def game 
A left came, then a right, then a fight came, 
Then a light came, then an eternal night came 
Now your in it, in less than a minute 
Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it 
You better know your limit boy 
You better know your limit. 
(chourous: (jeru the damaja) got a, freaky, freaky 
Freaky freaky flow. (brother j.) it's freaky deaky 
It's freaky deaky. 2x 
 
Verse 2: 
 
I'm here 
Not fronichole, but lyrically present 
I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh 
I got that special ed shit 
Slap that dead shit 
Now play dis 
Now say dis (your the greatist) 
I got enough to stuff into the ladies 
I rub her with a rubber 
But i'm lyrically raw 
Protect your neck and double check your jaw 
Cause i'm gettin' bummy 
A'yo i'm still gettin' money 
Yo, ain't it funny 
How you can't take the ghetto out the ed-o 
Maybe i'm just crazy 
 
Why i think, i wanna kill my shrink 
I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers, 
And red blood all over, a dead leprechan 
With a time bomb tied to it's arm 
In saigon somewhere on a farm 
I gotta calm, down 
And hit the wright wire 
Or fight fire 
Maybe it's a premenission, or intuition 
Or some kind of vision 
But either way, i'm on a lyrical mission. 
 
Chorus 2x 
 
Verse 3: 
 
I think it's because i break the laws of language 
Like a sandwich 
I eat the whole beat 
On whole wheat 
Cause it's good for your teeth 
Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street 
Back on the concrete 
Feet up 
Gettin' beat up 
So when we meet up, give your seat up 
And rise 
The honorable ed is presiding 
Stop biting, stop writing, stop hidin 
I hate fish motherfuckers, but i like writting 
And snappa, blue fish 
I go to one fish two fish 
Or some lobster 
No i'm not a mobster, but medoddion 
If i was white i might say: party on, dude 
But i'm the original rude 
With the new york talk 
So just peep, because the skills go deep 
So look, and think about it, before you leap. 
 
Chorus 2x