Artist: Goodie Mob f/ Janelle Monáe Album: Age Against the Machine Song: Special Education Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (Fyah...) [Big Gipp] They call him Gipp Zagga, it's the mutant Mr. Get Down Livewire, words poke you like barb wire Maroon rain, sugar cane, oil stains My right leg longer than my left foot Put stripes next to squares, STILL get a circle See spirits out for 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 heaves of gold, scripture written in scrolls Spoken so clearly in tounges, so my children would come Look around, can't you see? The industry, they look like me [Chorus: Janelle Monáe] 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 wanna be special? [Khujo] I'm so special, boy title one stupid dumb I eat nuclear waste and spit atomic bombs Plutonium explodes, that's my trademark Mushroom clouds and psychotic brainfarts Gamma rays charge my system, now I'm going green G-force in my veins pump hydrozine KG 13, a microphone fiend Cosmic juggernaut, extraterrestrial being Reign supreme, once conceived, boy they broke the mold All this glory-seekin is gettin tottally outta control No one's original, +Attack of the Clones+ Invasion of the swagger snatchers, aim for the dome [Chorus] [Cee-Lo Green] Scientists stood around in silence as I was being born Was I quote-unquote "special" or was there somethibg wrong? My skin was black, my heart was gold and my tounge was silver And the fact that I could TALK already, that was a (THRILLER~!) I fear what I don't understand so let me warn you Especially when you make too much noise about bein normal Unusual but beautiful, the bond, the 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 Outsiders have no desires to be equal When V.I.P. stands for Very Insecure People [Chorus] [T-Mo] S-P-E-C-I-A-L 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 truth sayer A crusader, a natural-born raider I need a deejayer, to be the illustrator Let's get it dollar signs, I said my Gucci rhymes I think it's T time, don't need a co-sign T-Mo is on the grind, I'm 'bout to let it shine Off in the skyline, don't worry 'bout mine I can handle lies, and watchin third eyes I make 'em go blind, I don't just rap the rhyme [Chorus]