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 blessing
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, 'cause coolin' is all that I'm about
Just foolin' with the 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

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
Ever other month I get a brand new car
Got twenty, that's plenty yet I still want more
Kinda fond of Honda scooters, got 74
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 got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to account the amount I spent
Got a treaty with Tahiti 'cause I own a percent
Got gear I wear for 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
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 'cause my waiter made potato and alligator soufflé
I got it made

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dennis Taylor, Edward Archer, Howard Thompson, Jack Hill, Preston Joyner, Robert Beavers