Kemba - Delivert lyrics

(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***as 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 Jura**ic 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 missed out on compliments, comps, and accomplishments Counting my obstacles, nobody holding n***as 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***a 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***as 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 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 n***as 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***as 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***a I’ve been here the whole time Screaming all I did without a cosign But n***as didn’t listen ’til the cosign Hey, Hey [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***as Front but I’m still gon’ be Kemba Hey, Hey