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 meanin' 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 in 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 buildin'
Play safe, vacate all women and children
I spit it out
Chorus:
Special delivery
I want that
Special delivery
I need
Special delivery
Can I have that?
Special delivery
Come give it to me
(repeat)
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 a campfire
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
Not what ya 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
MCs is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial
And that's disrespectful
I'm strong like X.O. mixed with X, yo
An' that's the high capability
An' yes, I possess that ability
I spit it out
Chorus
Verse 3:
Aiyyo, Dep so bright
Light looking halogen
Spit that bar, car low mileagin'
Let's go, metropolitan
Area, 'cause I'm hear an' ya hollerin'
The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker
Gimme two hands, few grams, an' the shaker
Hit the block, watch the kid cake up
Your girl keep comin' around then I'ma take her to Jamaica
An' I give her a reason to get curious
But ya pain, it ain't that serious
MCs ran with this and that
But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a wrap
Yo rap is like a sedative
You sleepy
Defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live wit it
An' you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out
Chorus (til fade)