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special ed - the mission lyrics

(we’re on a mission) –> salt-n-pepa

[ verse 1 ]
this is a mission, not a small time thing
let me tell you ’bout what happened when the phone went (-ring-)
well, i was coolin at the crib with this girl suzanne
and everything was goin just accordin to plan
when the phone rang – yo, i couldn’t believe it
told myself to ignore it, forget it, leave it
just when things had started goin great
it rang again i said, “hold up, wait”
picked up the phone, yelled, “who the h-ll is this? ”
somebody said, “this is serious business
there’s a tape in the mailbox between your doors
take the tape from the box, and put it in yours”
i listened to the tape and my mouth just dropped
i picked up the phone, but the man hung up
it said, yo, ‘this tape will self-destruct’
i pressed the deck, but the tape was stuck
oh well, what the heck, i just cleaned up the mess
opened up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
loaded up the sawed-off, the double-barrel
the rambo knife with the hunting apparel
threw on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye
she said, “special ed, don’t go, you might die”
started cryin and huggin on me, so i shut her
i said, “sorry baby, but i gotta do what i gotta

(you’re on a mission)
do what i gotta

this is a mission, not a small-time thing

[ verse 2 ]
took the express on a air force jet
the thoughts in my mind broke me out into sweat
i was thinkin of the message again and again
in particular the name of lu chin chen
yo, i landed in j-pan with intent to kill
you could tell i wasn’t jokin by the look on my grill
took a look at the picture of the man that i was after
a 5 foot 10 black-belt karate master
knew where to find him, knew where he would be
i turned around and showin up mr. chen found me
i looked him in the eye with a stare so cold
i said, “i came to revenge for the rhymes you stole
now you must die, because that is my mission”
he flipped back, got into a fighting position
the tiger style, the sh-t was wild
he threw his hands in the air, he started to smile
i said, “you can smile now, but you won’t for long
cause sucker, you’ll be sorry that you stole my song”
he said, “choose your style”, i broke fool, i said, “what? ”
pulled out the knife, tried to shove it in his gut
it didn’t even cut, i flipped, i started buggin
pulled out the hand gun, i shot a slug in
his chest, he said, “buddah bless” and stood proud
out shot the bullet, mr. chen just bowed
so i shot him again – yo, i couldn’t believe
mr. chen caught the bullet in this two front teeth
yo, he kicked me on the floor just like i was a child
i got fed up, i thought of flatbush style
stood to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
shaked him then, i faked him, then i caught him in the eye
he started stumblin, yo, i started wildin
he tripped, busted his lip, i started smilin
knew he was defeated, but i wasn’t done yet
so i shot him with the shotie, then i jetted in the jet

(you’re on a mission)
jetted in the jet

this is a mission, not a small-time thing

- special ed lyrics

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