Special Education Lyrics - Age Against The Machine - Goodie Mob

They call him Gipp saga 

It's the mutant, mister get down 

Live wire, words poke you like barbwire 

Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains 

My right leg longer than my left foot 

Put stripes next to squares, still peel the circle 

See spirits off of 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 leaves of gold 

Scripture written in scrolls 

Spoken so clearly in tongues 

So my children would come 

Look around 

Can't you see 

The industry: they look like me 

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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 want to be special 

I'm so special, boy 

Try to went(?) stupid, dawg 

I eat nuclear waste and spit atomic bombs 

Plutonium explodes, that's my trademark 

Mushroom clouds inside, call 'em brain farts 

Gamma rays torch my system, now I'm going green 

G-force in my veins, pump hydrozine 

KT, 13, a microphone beam 

Cosmic juggernaut, extraterrestrial being 

Reign supreme, once conceived, boy, they broke the mold 

All this glory-seeking is getting totally outta control 

No one's original, Attack of the Clones 

Invasion of the swagger-snatchers 

Aim for the dome 

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Scientists stood around in silence as I was being born 

Was I quote, unquote special or was there something wrong 

My skin was black, my heart was gold, and my tongue was silver 

And the fact that I could talk already, that was a thriller 

And I fear what I don't understand, so let me warn you 

Especially when nigga make too much noise about being normal 

Unusual but beautiful, the bondin' 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 

The outsiders have no desires to be equal 

When V.I.P. stands for "Very Insecure People" 

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 truthsayer 

A crusader, a natural-born raider 

I need a deejayer to be the illustrator 

Let's get the dollar signs 

I said my Gucci rhymes 

I think it's tea time 

Don't need a co-sign 

T-Mo is on the grind, he about to let it shine 

Off in the skyline, don't worry 'bout mine 

I can handle lies and watching third eyes 

I make 'em go blind, I don't deserve to rhyme