Funkmaster Flex - I Got It Made (Funkmaster Flex Version) lyrics

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Funkmaster Flex - I Got It Made (Funkmaster Flex Version) lyrics

*verse 1* 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 *verse 2* 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--'cause 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 'cause I'm the boss I never will 'cause I'm still the champion, chief one, won't lose until-- I choose which I won't 'cause 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 'cause I-- got it made *verse 3* I'm talented, yes I'm gifted never boosted, never shoplifted I got the cash, but maoney 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 ever other week 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 'cause 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