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G. Dep - 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 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'G. Dep - Dep - Special Delivery - http://motolyrics.com/g-dep/dep-special-delivery-lyrics.html
 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)








