Testo Think about it Special Ed

Think about it

(think about it) --> rakim

[ verse 1 ]
Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must wait
For the approaching of a toy to introduce him to his fate
Death, I always try to figure out why
Sucker mcs wanna battle me when they know they will die
In the end, so why pretend youre livin trifle
Ima rope you up like a cowboy, stifle
Your throat with my microphone cord, cause Im the lord
Of the rhyme, some people say that they can never get bored
Cause Im exciting, pleasurable listening
Im only tryin to show you what your records keep on missing, and
Im only tryin to help our your crew, and
I know I must forgive ya, cause you dont know what youre doin
So sucker mcs, please think twice
Would you join the navy if you didnt like the gravy and rice?
Think about it

(think about it)

[ verse 2 ]
Think about that, then think about this
If I tried to hit you, do you think that I would miss?
Well, Im fast, I only hit the center, mass and head
Im special ed, funkadelic relic of the ages
If you like this, then I got pages and pages
Some dumb bubbleyum bubblegum chewin
Chumps be screwin
I the fly, I wonder why
Whats the reason for the treason, huh, you wanna die?
Im high-post, higher than most
Not from france, but I eat french toast
Im international, I make the cash in all ways
Got dollars in my pocket, cause man, it pays
To be smart, I turn my art into an empire
Cause I grow and grow, so you know I never tire
Got the status and the clout, no doubt
Of all time, I got the rhyme to take you out
Cause my rap is like a trap that you fall into
Im special ed, now who the hell are you?
Youre unknown, dont even own a microphone
You cant rap, you make me wanna cap a stone
In your eye, why do you persist to make noise
When ever since I was a kid I never did like toys
I get furious, leavin mcs curious
In a daze, my hits do faze
I recommend you listen to the phrase that pays
Dont jest, you wont succeed
I make you bleed till you need a transfusion
This is no illusion
I know youre gettin blurried, dont worry, its confusion
Of the mind, dont whine, you cant cry forever
Itll take your life to decipher the clever
Rhymes that I say in the way that I do
Akshun luv, my deejay, I guess its on you
But is there anybody better? I doubt it
And if you think you are, I think you better think about it

(think about it)

[ verse 3 ]
The are suffice, suffice are my
Idolized by the public, praised by the critics
Worth more than gold, longer than a giraffe
Take em to the pawn shop, get a yard and a half
And Im the creator of the rhymes you praise
All of yall with the gall I will leave in a daze
Try to battle me, and ima make it my job
To burn you as I turn you like a shishkebab
Cause yo, the style that I portrait is the style of a leader
If you re really gonna battle me, youre really gonna need a
Whole crew, not two, three or four
You gonna need a whole posse, a mossie or more
Cause Im strong, rap long, yet the rhymes dont drag
Like a bag full of tricks or a trick in a bag
Im uprising, surprising
Not a nag, not antagonizing
Cause Im full of fun, and I got a gun
To kill mcs fresher than me, but there are none
Cause Ive looked everywhere
Under every rock, in every chair
Mcs they try to hide when I get hot
I know that they hide, but where I know not
Youre nothin but a sucker, chump youre scared
You tried to battle me, but you wasnt prepared
You slept, I crept up, shot your drawers
And now youre runnin for your life like youre swimmin from jaws
But go, I know that youve learned your lesson
Go to church, just confess, and
Tell the preacher you committed sin
You battled special ed when you couldnt win
Tried, you cried, you shouted, you pouted
But I told ya - you should thought about it

(think about it)