Janelle Monáe, Goodie Mob - Special Education lyrics
[Janelle Monáe, Goodie Mob - Special Education lyrics]
They call him Gipp Zagga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg longer than my left foot
Put stripes next to squares
Still peel the circle
See spirit's off of people, I don't see color
I'm a special mind, yeah, a special kind
Conceived in the South at a special time
Covered in leaves of gold
Scripture written in scrolls
Spoken so clearly in tongues
So my children would come look around
Can't you see
The industry: they look like me
I don't wear the clothes you wear
I'm just different and I don't care
It's kind of sad and it's a shame
Everyone wants to be the same
If you are listening here and now
I'm sure I can show you how
It's okay to be afraid
Don't you want to be special
I'm so special, boy
Tried to went stupid, dumb
I eat nuclear waste and spit atomic bombs
Plutonium explodes, that's my trademark
Mushroom clouds inside, call 'em brain farts
Gamma rays torch my system
Now I'm going green
G-force in my veins, pump hydrazine
KT, 13, a microphone beam
Cosmic juggernaut, extraterrestrial being
Reign supreme, once conceived, boy
They broke the mold
All this glory-seeking is getting
Totally outta control
No one's original, Attack of the Clones
Invasion of the swagger-snatchers
Aim for the dome
Scientists stood around in silence as
I was being born was I quote
Unquote "special" or was
There something wrong
My skin was black, my heart was gold
And my tongue was silver
And the fact that I could talk already
That was a thriller
And I fear what I don't understand
So let me warn you
Especially when nigga make too much
Noise about being normal
Unusual but beautiful, the bondin' blessing
Summa Cum Laude, School of Exceptional Youth
X-Men let me put something poetic
Into plain English
I'd rather die than to not be distinguished
The outsiders have no desires to be equal
When VIP stands for "Very Insecure People"
Heavyweight in the game, T tip the scale
I travel over the world back to ATL
I'm friends with the mayor, I'm a truthsayer
A crusader, a natural-born raider
I need a deejayer to be the illustrator
Let's get the dollar signs
I said my Gucci rhymes i think it's tea time
Don't need a co-sign t-Mo is on the grind
He about to let it shine
Off in the skyline, don't worry 'bout mine
I can handle lies and watching third eyes
I make 'em go blind
I don't just rap to rhyme
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg longer than my left foot
Put stripes next to squares
Still peel the circle
See spirit's off of people, I don't see color
I'm a special mind, yeah, a special kind
Conceived in the South at a special time
Covered in leaves of gold
Scripture written in scrolls
Spoken so clearly in tongues
So my children would come look around
Can't you see
The industry: they look like me
I don't wear the clothes you wear
I'm just different and I don't care
It's kind of sad and it's a shame
Everyone wants to be the same
If you are listening here and now
I'm sure I can show you how
It's okay to be afraid
Don't you want to be special
I'm so special, boy
Tried to went stupid, dumb
I eat nuclear waste and spit atomic bombs
Plutonium explodes, that's my trademark
Mushroom clouds inside, call 'em brain farts
Gamma rays torch my system
Now I'm going green
G-force in my veins, pump hydrazine
KT, 13, a microphone beam
Cosmic juggernaut, extraterrestrial being
Reign supreme, once conceived, boy
They broke the mold
All this glory-seeking is getting
Totally outta control
No one's original, Attack of the Clones
Invasion of the swagger-snatchers
Aim for the dome
Scientists stood around in silence as
I was being born was I quote
Unquote "special" or was
There something wrong
My skin was black, my heart was gold
And my tongue was silver
And the fact that I could talk already
That was a thriller
And I fear what I don't understand
So let me warn you
Especially when nigga make too much
Noise about being normal
Unusual but beautiful, the bondin' blessing
Summa Cum Laude, School of Exceptional Youth
X-Men let me put something poetic
Into plain English
I'd rather die than to not be distinguished
The outsiders have no desires to be equal
When VIP stands for "Very Insecure People"
Heavyweight in the game, T tip the scale
I travel over the world back to ATL
I'm friends with the mayor, I'm a truthsayer
A crusader, a natural-born raider
I need a deejayer to be the illustrator
Let's get the dollar signs
I said my Gucci rhymes i think it's tea time
Don't need a co-sign t-Mo is on the grind
He about to let it shine
Off in the skyline, don't worry 'bout mine
I can handle lies and watching third eyes
I make 'em go blind
I don't just rap to rhyme