Paroles The mission Special Ed

The mission

(were 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 couldnt 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
Theres 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, dont 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

(youre 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 japan with intent to kill
You could tell I wasnt 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 wont for long
Cause sucker, youll 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 wasnt done yet
So I shot him with the shotie, then I jetted in the jet

(youre on a mission)
Jetted in the jet

This is a mission, not a small-time thing