| 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 Judah
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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 publicity 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
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| Play safe, vacate all women and children
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| I spit it out
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| Special delivery
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| I want that
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| I need
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| Can I have that
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| I need
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| Come give it to me
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| If you ain’t ready, I’mma 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’mma 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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| I want that
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| I need
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| I want that
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| I need
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| Can I have that
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| Come give it to me
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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’mma 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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| I want that
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| I need
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| Come give it to me |