Testo The Mission - Special Ed
Testo della canzone The Mission (Special Ed), tratta dall'album Legal
We're on a mission
We're on a mission
We're, we're on a mission
We're on a mission
We're on a mission
We're on a mission
We're on a mission
We're, we're on a mission
This is a mission, not a small time thing
Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went
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 hell 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 goodbye
She said, "Special Ed, don't go, you might die"
Started cryin' and huggin' on me, so I shot her
I said, "Sorry baby, but I gotta do what I gotta"
(You're on a mission) do what I gotta
(You're on a mission)
(You're on a mission) do what I gotta
(You're on a mission)
(You're on a mission) do what I gotta
(You're on a mission)
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
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 Japan 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 five-foot ten black-belt karate master
Knew where to find him, knew where he would be
I turned around and showin' up mister 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 shit 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 slugging his chest
He said, "Buddah bless" and stood proud
Out shot the bullet, mister Chen just bowed
So I shot him again, yo, I couldn't believe
Mister 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 fought him 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 shortie, then I jetted in the jet
(You're on a mission)
(You're on a mission) jetted in the jet
(You're on a mission)
(You're on a mission) jetted in the jet
(You're on a mission)
(You're on a mission) jetted in the jet
(You're on a mission)
(You're on a mission) this is a mission, not a small-time thing
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
Credits
Writer(s): Howard A. Thompson, Edward K. Archer
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