The Mission - Special Ed

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 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 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

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 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 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 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