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