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[Verse 1] Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha Right jab like Zab Judah Every member on my team is the shooter Tight like a womb, no room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic, don't be fooled By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front, and they publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop like beef Gimme a break, I might shake the building Play safe, vacate all women and children I spit it out Chorus (repeat 2x) Special delivery I want that Special delivery I need Special delivery Can I have that Special delivery Come give it to me [Verse 2] If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain Wait, make sure the mic workin' Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind And Fire, the rap vampire Retire in the morn' Warm like campfires Matter of fact, I'm blazin' Raisin' the roof up Slide off with ya rooster Took her to the stu and seduced her Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh) Not whatcha used to, I'm looser Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up The mystic ruler, grand imperial Filthy, but milky like cereal Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial And that's disrespectful I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo And that's the high capability And yes, I possess that ability I spit it out Chorus (repeat 2x) [Verse 3] Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen Spit that bar, car low mileagin' Let's go, metropolitan Area, 'cause I'm hearin' ya hollerin' The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker Hit the block, watch the kids bake up Your girl keep coming around Then I'ma take her to Jamaica And I give her a reason to get curious But ya pain, it ain't that serious MC's ran with this and that But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a Wrap Your rap is like a sedative You sleepy, defeat me, negative So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it And you can tell by the records that's distributed I spit it out Chorus (repeat 4x to fade)
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