Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Delivert, artist - Kemba. Date of issue: 31.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| So many cups, why aren’t they all filled with liquor? |
| Dutch and a bowl and a swisher |
| So many talk, it’s all good, you’re all still my niggas |
| Front but I’m still gon' be Kemba |
| Hey, Hey |
| (Shouts goes out to all the brown-skinned pieces, creatures that are worthy of |
| loving) |
| I don’t have the time no more |
| Meetings at Jurassic Park, these labels dinosaurs |
| Papers burned in holy water, I got God involved |
| Like, if you knew what happen, what you build this garden for? |
| And have you ever tried this apple? |
| It’s delicious ain’t it? |
| I’d imagine people’s actions, repetitious, ain’t it? |
| I’m Michelangelo, my visions getting vivid, ain’t it? |
| My ceiling looking pretty high with all these pictures painted |
| That’s quite ambitious, ain’t it? |
| Lately I’ve been |
| Watching my oppers get opulent, I been up plotting |
| My mind on my promises, momma been guiding, got it |
| Honest to God I thought it would be obvious |
| I been so modest, I opped out on compliments, comps, and accomplishments |
| Counting my obstacles, nobody holding niggas accountable |
| Y’all are all alike |
| I’ve been up delivering powder blue |
| That’s that Walter White |
| Standing on your shoulders, we the future |
| Giants staring at Medusa |
| This mountain view nigga what a sight |
| (King) |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| So many cups, why aren’t they all filled with liquor? |
| Dutch and a bowl and a swisher |
| So many talk, it’s all good, you’re all still my niggas |
| Front but I’m still gon' be Kemba |
| Hey, Hey |
| (Hey Kemba, I’m talking to you in the Bronx) |
| Boy from the Bronx like platano maduro and mofongo |
| Patting down pockets like «where'd my phone go?» |
| Worried for my enemies |
| Ain’t no stopping now, you got a long road |
| Dap them up and hug them with the long hold |
| I done led an army full of lost souls |
| I done beat an army with a cross bow |
| I still got some niggas in my cross-hairs |
| Gotta burn some bridges as the torch bearer |
| I be finding ways to get across though |
| (Kemba) |
| A little bit of magic turn a trickle to Niagara Falls |
| If you ain’t my family, I’m a matador |
| Dodging niggas claiming homie I ain’t met before |
| Rappers say they know me that’s a metaphor |
| This is ain’t only my time, this is your time |
| This Michael Jordan with the 4−5, this a goldmine |
| My nigga I’ve been here the whole time |
| Screaming all I did without a cosign |
| But niggas didn’t listen 'til the cosign |
| Hey, Hey |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| Signed, sealed, delivert |
| So many cups, why aren’t they all filled with liquor? |
| Dutch and a bowl and a swisher |
| So many talk, it’s all good, you’re all still my niggas |
| Front but I’m still gon' be Kemba |
| Hey, Hey |