I got it made canción de el cantante Special Ed (nacido como Edward Archer en 1973) es un rapero estadounidense de Brooklyn, New York. Su canción se transmite por The Classics 104.1 en Grand Theft Auto IV, Grand Theft Auto IV: The Lost and Damned y Grand Theft Auto: The Ballad of Gay Tony.


- verse 1

I’m your idol, the highest title, numero uno

I’m not a puerto rican, but I’m speakin so that you know

And understand I got the gift of speech

And it’s a blessin,

So listen to the lesson I preach

I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem

Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome

I’m kinda young—but my tongue speaks maturity

I’m not a child, I don’t need nothin for security

I get paid when my record is played—to put it short

I got it made

- verse 2

I’m outspoken—My language is broken into a slang

But it’s just a dialect that I select when I hang

I play it cool—cuz coolin is all that I’m about

Just foolin wit tha girlies, yes I’m bustin it out

I’m special ed and you can tell by the style that I use

I’m creatively superior, yo—i never lose

I never lost cuz I’m the boss

I never will cuz I’m still

The champion, chief one, won’t lose until—I choose

Which I won’t cuz I don’t retreat

I’ll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street

You’re invitin me, a titan to a battle—why?

I don’t need your respect cuz i--

Got it made

- verse 3

I’m talented, yes I’m gifted

Never boosted, never shoplifted

I got the cash, but maoney ain’t nothin

Make a million dollars every record that I cut and—My name is special ed and I’m a super-duper star

Ever other week I get a brand new car

Got twenty, that’s plenty yet I still want more

Kinda fond of honda scooters—got seventy-four

I got the riches—to fulfill my needs

Got land in the sand of the west indies

Even got a little island of my very own—I gotta frog—a dog with a solid gold bone

An accountant to account the amount I spent

Gotta treaty with tahiti cuz I own a percent

Got gear out wear—to everyday

Boutiques from france to the u.s.a.

And I make all the money from the rhymes I invent

So it really doesn’t matter—how much I spent, because, yo

I make fresh rhymes—daily

You burn me—really?

Think, just blink and I made—a million rhymes

Just imagine if you blinked—a million times

Damn I’d be paid—I got it made

- verse 4

I’m kinda spoiled

Cuz everything I want I got made

I wanted gear—got everything from cotton to suede

I wanted lead—i didn’t beg I just got laid

My hair was growin too long, so I got me a fade

And when my dishes got dirty, I got cascade

When the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shade

I’m wise because I rise to the top of my grade

Wanted peace on earth, so to God I prayed

Some kids across town thought I was afraid

They couldn’t harm me—I got the army brigade

I’m not a trader

If what you got is greater I’ll trade

But maybe later cuz my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee—I got it made