🎵 The Mission // by Special Ed

5 ContributorsThe Mission Lyrics (We're 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 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 shot 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 [ 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 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 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 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