Special Ed - Freaky Flow lyrics

I give it two hundred percent

That's a hundred for me

And a hundred for the rent

I know whatcha meant Joe I gotta flow too

Cause they wack every show I go to

I be leavin'

I don't be beleavin' they be even

Beleave in they own shit

Actin' like they owwwn shit

Butcha never will

So you better chill

Or getcha grill peice torn by the beast

You get the claws

Across your jaws

Hear the roars

Now we gonna lock the doors

Your trapped in a rap like a def game

A left came, then a right, then a fight came,

then a light came, then an eternal night came

Now your in it, in less than a minute

Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it

You better know your limit boy

You better know your limit.

(chourous: (Jeru the Damaja) Got a, freaky, freaky

freaky freaky flow. (Brother J.) It's freaky deaky

It's freaky deaky. 2x

Verse 2:

I'm here

Not fronichole, but lyrically present

I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh

I got that Special Ed shit

Slap that dead shit

Now play dis

Now say dis (your the greatist)

I got enough to stuff into the ladies

I rub her with a rubber

But I'm lyrically raw

Protect your neck and double check your jaw

Cause I'm gettin' bummy

A'yo I'm still gettin' money

Yo, ain't it funny

How you can't take the ghetto out the Ed-O

Maybe I'm just crazy

Why I think, I wanna kill my shrink

I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers,

and red blood all over, a dead leprechan

with a time bomb tied to it's arm

In Saigon somewhere on a farm

I gotta calm, down

And hit the wright wire

Or fight fire

Maybe it's a premenission, or intuition

Or some kind of vision

But either way, I'm on a lyrical mission.

Chorus 2X

Verse 3:

I think it's because I break the laws of language

Like a sandwich

I eat the whole beat

On whole wheat

Cause it's good for your teeth

Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street

Back on the concrete

Feet up

Gettin' beat up

So when we meet up, give your seat up

And rise

The honorable Ed is presiding

Stop biting, stop writing, stop hidin

I hate fish motherfuckers, but I like writting

And snappa, blue fish

I go to one fish two fish

Or some lobster

No I'm not a mobster, but medoddion

If I was white I might say: party on, dude

But I'm the original rude

With the New York talk

So just peep, because the skills go deep

So look, and think about it, before you leap.

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