Artist: Special Ed Album: Top Shelf 8/8/88 (Compilation) Song: This Mic Typed by: WVWalenrod@AOL.com I'm about to open up this mic and fix it Simplistic Linguistic Technician Fusion With fision in a vision Like I'm in a television Via satellite You wanna battle, right? Yeah, press the channel Refer to your manual You rhyme semi-annual I make fresh rhymes... daily Never did my school work So they tried to fail me Never told me nothing about Hailey Selassie Call me Special Ed 'Cause they don't see what I see Ultra- Violet Flight pilot Keep your wallet Give me your dedication Druggy with your medication Have ya waitin' Out in the rain For a train and a bus I was made from dust Lazarus Style: hazardous Church Ave., straight from Erasmus I'm deep like the sea floor I'll make you see four When there's one You be stunned Didn't see me come, but yeah, I'm right here Up in your ear like q-tips or wax Either which one, relax And keep still Peep skill As I get deep like a drill In a molar I roll like a stroller Sold a Whole lotta records in my life I hop flights to rock mics While you frontin' for the cars Or maybe for the chicks I walk right through And I'm steppin' on ya kicks Right to the mic Front and center Don't nothin' enter This area is restricted Too much heat, you need liquid Caution: It's scorchin' You don't wanna go there I got it locked down... I did a show there You don't wanna get me mad I'll put you in a bag And tie it Like Wyatt Earp You'll get hurt I'm much worse I touch first I don't scream and curse I just breath deep And I put you to sleep Like hypnosis Givin' you fatal doses Rap ulcers I rhyme aggressive Get the message? I bring forces You can't stop Like a pack of wild horses Comin' back To they extensions I'm the kid everybody mentions When you say: classic When you say: lyric Originality, performance and spirit I don't wanna hear it Bring it and I'll put it on you And make you wear it Where the stage? Clear it Anybody come near it Let 'em come And leave you shinin' Red rum And then some