Special Delivery Lyrics by G-Dep

Special Delivery Lyrics

    [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 Zuda
    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 put pits in ya
    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 place
    Say 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, cuz 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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