Delivert - Kemba

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