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letra de delivert - kemba

(awww. kemba, the king)
[hook]
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 n-gg-s
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)

[verse 1]
i don’t have the time no more
meetings at jur-ssic 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, repet-tious, 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 missed out on compliments, comps, and accomplishments
counting my obstacles, n-body holding n-gg-s 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 n-gg- what a sight
(king)

[hook]
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 n-gg-s
front but i’m still gon’ be kemba
hey, hey

(hey kemba, i’m talking to you in the bronx)

[verse 2]
boy from the bronx like platano maduro and m-f-ngo
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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg- i’ve been here the whole time
screaming all i did without a cosign
but n-gg-s didn’t listen ’til the cosign
hey, hey

- kemba

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