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