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Special Man
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Special Man was released on February 13, 2026 by Ace & Deuce Records as a part of the album Special Man - Single
February 13, 2026
LabelAce & Deuce Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM93
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I hit the pad like liver spots, bitter thoughts, I pivot plots,
Lines sharp enough to give a gator shivers in his crocs,
I'm in the kitchen, inner wishin' for a bigger dish of winnings,
Mixin' rhythms like I'm whisking liquid physics into spinach.
Bar-for-bar technician, split atoms with my diction,
Turn a verse into a chapel — every track's a new religion,
Say "edub" 3 times, best believe I'm comin' through,
Two times better, like a mirror with a better point of view.
I'm a scholar with a dollar menu, value when I serve it,
You a salad at a barbecue — nobody wants your verses,
I'm a surgeon with the wordin', leave 'em nervous when I flourish,
Every rhyme's a museum piece, I frame it with a purpose.
I'm more driven than a chauffeur with a bonus on the line,
You're a chauffeur with no motor — couldn't even show a drive,
Whole style like a stolen sign — you never had a way,
I'm overhead like baggage space they fight for on a plane (that's my shit)
I got that Tesla flow — silent but it still might blow,
They like, "He charged up," nah, wireless with the skills, no code,
Spillin' prose, grippin' nose, punchlines like I'm swingin' bows,
Sleep on me? I flip the mattress, make 'em spring up from they lows.
I'm too clever — I could write a will that leaves you WILL-less,
Pen so murderous the cops consider it a witness,
Now they keep it sealed in a folder marked "He too vicious",
Barbecue your squad and serve the beef in three new dishes
I'm the problem and the answer, call it circular logic-
Gravity can't hold me — every word is a rocket,
I'm the band, I'm the brand, I'm the stand, I'm the profit,
While your circling the block afraid to park in the pocket
You an algorithm rapper, I'm the glitch inside the system,
I'm the code they can't decode, I'm the note they always missin',
See, I rose from the conditions, now I blossom with precision —
Garden full of bars, even flowers know the difference
I'm the chef — I season seasons, change the climate when I simmer,
Got 'em salty, not my fault, I turn they tears to homemade dinner,
I'm a winner in the winter, frostbitten with the splinters,
Breakin' records like a DJ with a vendetta for the spinners
I'm a solar flare flarin', you just starin', embarrassed,
Every bar's transparent — see through threats like a parent,
When you lyin', kid, I'm flyin', mid-flight, too rare,
Pilot (He's reachin' heights you won't be getting near, prepare)
Written by: David Mayan
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