Testo di Taxing

After I pose for the photos, address the press I take a rest to let my rhymes digest Into my brain to sustain and cultivate it Take a penny for my thoughts, from copper I gold-plate it Enrich my mind like wine till I find What I need to exceed with speed, proceed line Fold it, I take the mic, I grab it and I hold it Then I walk to and talk to the crowd, cause yo, I sold it You bought it, you thought it wasn't worth But the record went gold, it sold, jerk I'm worldwide, from girls I hide Not gay, no way, but they all wanna ride Mine, they bring me roses and wine But I hate cheap sex, so next time Come correct like an intellect Okay, do you hear what I say? check Yo, on the rhyme I'm a lyrical joy And whoever shall front shall be destroyed The lyrical composer, I produce all legit My name's special ed and yo, your name ain't - And I'm powerful in my stable mentality Takin mc's, yes, of any nationality Blitzin em, dissin em, off I'm pissin em Makin em solo, broads won't be kissin em You got taxed, face the facts Now where's the jokes and all the wisecracks? You made before you got slayed by the slayer Special ed, dj akshun on the record player Chillin, still in the back just maxin Me in the front, to be blunt, I'm taxin I'm taxin