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Special
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On Tour
Hip-Hop
Special was released on May 8, 2012 by Synchronization as a part of the album Dirty Slums
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Release DateMay 8, 2012
LabelSynchronization
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slum Village
Slum Village
Performer
Phonte
Phonte
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ralph Rice II
Ralph Rice II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young RJ
Young RJ
Producer

Lyrics

And it's important to know
That you special
'Cause a lot of people walking around thinking they life ain't shit
Thinking they worthless
I walked around like that many years
This one's for you
Come on
Yo, uh, ha ha ha
A little louder now
Ha ha ha
A little bit louder now
Ha ha ha
Yo, turn this up a bit
Say
I seen him move actors speech
To be native tongue and like the prototype of fashion
Dress code, same stage props and script
Juvenile penitence, check it
Section 8 ex-resident
Arrest the president, he chance
Yo, notorious last chance
Private dance with the devil by the pale moon
Insulated room, padded walls leak no sound
Full metal jacket got buckles on your sleeve now
Got caught walking the white picket fences
Robbing blue collars for dollars, check it
Smack the bitch, rule it like Rick did
Discount it go five fingertips, kid
Nicknames never change your subtitles
Now known as the king of all kings
Who minus queens and peasants
Iron lungs must rust slow, bust it
Flatline touch and go
Yo, subtract the .45, how you living now?
Yeah, how you living now?
It's on you
And you gotta know what you getting into
Before you make your mind up
Watch how you spend your time up
You special
To all my **** spic, tontos and chinks
These are the titles given by the oppressor
Designed to make you feel lesser
But you gotta know what you getting into
Before you make your mind up
Watch how you spend your time up
You special
Feel me?
Ayo, my pops used to fuck me up
Oldest brothers fucked me up
Kids on the block, aunts and grandpa fucked me up
Nine years and up I had to knuckle up
All I could do is suck it up
Now I'm a man, not the big boy
The same kid that used to skateboard
The same motherfucker that used to come to your house party to rap
You pulled the mic cord
The same cat that sat alone in the lunchroom
You slapped my lunch on the floor
For no reason at all
Now your boys looking at us like we ain't fucking with y'all
Like we Neanderthals and knuckles scrape the ground when we walk
Since sixteen you had dreams of being a porn star
But bitches kept telling you that your dick too small
You don't know what we down for
'Til your girl's found down on all fours
With a dick in her jaw
But who wear the crown?
Who run the spot now?
And that world renowned sound
Sucker, who wear the crown now?
And it's on you
And you gotta know what you getting into
Before you make your mind up
Watch how you spend your time up
You special
To all my **** spic, tontos and chinks
These are the titles given by the oppressor
Designed to make you feel lesser
But you gotta know what you getting into
Before you make your mind up
Watch how you spend your time up
You special
I'm talking to you
Yo, clap your hands to the people up top
Clap your hands, stand up and be a man
Clap your hands, it's all part of the plan
Come on, clap your hands a little louder now
Yo, uh, ha ha ha
A little bit louder now
Ha ha ha
A little bit louder now
Ha ha ha
A little bit louder now
Written by: Ralph Rice II
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