I Got It Made (Re-Recorded / Remastered)

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I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
 I'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speakin' so that you know
 And understand I got the gift of speech
 And it's a blessin,
 so listen to the lesson I preach
 I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem
 Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome
 I'm kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturity
 I'm not a child, I don't need nothin for security
 I get paid when my record is played--to put it short
 I got it made
 I'm outspoken, my language is broken into a slang
 But it's just a dialect that I select when I hang
 I play it cool--cuz coolin is all that I'm about
 just foolin wit tha girlies, yes I'm bustin it out
 I'm Special Ed and you can tell by the style that I use
 I'm creatively superior, yo--I never lose
 I never lost cuz I'm the boss
 I never will cuz I'm still
 the champion, chief one, won't lose until--
 I choose
 which I won't cuz I don't retreat
 I'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street
 You're invitin me, a titan to a battle--why?
 I don't need your respect cuz I--
 got it made
 I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
 Never boosted, never shoplifted
 I got the cash, but money ain't nothin'
 make a million dollars every record that I cut and--
 My name is Special Ed and I'm a super-duper star
 Every other month I get a brand new car
 Got twenty, that's plenty yet I still want more
 kinda fond of honda scooters--got seventy-four
 I got the riches--to fulfill my needs
 Got land in the sand of the West Indies
 Even got a little island of my very own--
 I gotta frog--a dog with a solid gold bone
 An accountant to account the amount I spent
 Gotta treaty with Tahiti cuz I own a percent
 Got gear out wear--to everyday
 Boutiques from France to the U.S.A.
 And I make all the money from the rhymes I invent
 So it really doesn't matter--how much I spent, because, yo
 I make fresh rhymes--daily
 you burn me--really?
 Think, just blink and I made--a million rhymes
 Just imagine if you blinked-- a million times
 Damn I'd be paid--
 I got it made
 I'm kinda spoiled, 'cause everything I want I got made
 I wanted gear--got everything from cotton to suede
 I wanted lead--I didn't beg I just got laid
 My hair was growin too long, so I got me a fade
 And when my dishes got dirty, I got Cascade
 And when the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shade
 I'm wise because I rise to the top of my grade
 Wanted peace on Earth, so to God I prayed
 Some kids across town thought I was afraid
 They couldn't harm me, I got the army brigade
 I'm not a trader, if what you got is greater I'll trade
 but maybe later cuz my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee--
 I got it made

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Duration
03:42
Key
5
Tempo
190 BPM

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