G-Dep

G-Dep - Special Delivery lyrics

rate me

[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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