Special Ed - Ya Wish Ya Could lyrics

(Hope to be dope as me) --> Guru

[ VERSE 1 ]

I can rock a beat, plus rock a rhyme

I feel it's time to show my full versatility

Nothin is impossible, I have the ability

I see one, don't you woke, you wake up

Take up your mic and take off your make-up

This style I made up just of dust

Because suckers like you I will burn to a crust

You might think you're hard, but even iron got to rust

I bust rhymes like a cherry

You might think I'm nasty - yes, I'm very

Cause I do it right just for you

And I could rock it all night if you want me to

So just lay back and let your head float

Like a boat on the open sea

But leave your mind open to me

So I can put into it

The sound, as it goes around and through it

Just like a merry-go

Though where we go

You wish you could

[ VERSE 2 ]

There's no particular style, I only say as I feel

And if I say it, you obey it and kneel

And if you're still standin, I'ma put my hand in a fist

Then apply the force to my wrist

That'll surely floor ya, forget your lawyer

If you try to sue me, I'ma say I never saw ya

You're just a stranger, boy, I will derange ya

Change ya, why put yourself in any danger?

So step out the way or get stomped

You're soft and off, I'm on time with the rhyme, I'm prompt

For the simple fact that I got rhythm

So does DJ Akshun, of course the force is with him

So does Howie Tee, cause now we see what we have done

Look what we created, and we made it for fun

You try to make it better, cause it sounds so good

But you wish you could

[ VERSE 3 ]

Rest for a second and just reconcile

And play the record while

You listen to the style of a specialist

I'm a professional at this

I'm here to fix all the things you missed

I'm a perfectionist

I seek to be exact

All I need is just a mic and a track

I'm a vocalist, and I'm a soloist also

I sit back and watch too many fall, so

Straight from Flatbush, Brooklyn in the house

Diss the Bush and get mushed in the mouth

You might consider me a hood - good

But I got more money than you wish you could

In my socks, and no, I don't sell no rocks

Though on the microphone I got this sewn

Hemmed, stemmed like a stone

And you don't stop, because it feels so good

But you wish you could