The Black Diamonds (feat. Ghostface, Roc Marciano, & Killa Sin)

Freedom of speech Watch how I reach my potential I still know hustlin, dope tracks And instrumentals Travel the world Found black diamonds in the Everglades Fought Temptations Slap-boxed in The Devil's cage, Globe Trotter, spot-rusher I bust in your mouth like a Gusher It's Wu Tang motherfucker! I ain't mad, I cock My music in the chamber I'm God's gift; heard I was born in a manger Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you Leave you slumped on the chestboard found by a park ranger Burst of adrenaline, bungee jump off of the? I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamo's In the streets heavy, my charms chunky You damn right I fuck fans And I keep the munchies Loose canon, forty deuce flicks To Paris, way back at the Palace Like Mike Harris, callous Fly nicest, metallic, bang mallets Fly your whole carriage to Paris The black Pat Garrett, carats on Donna Karens, guys die trying to Drive the McLaren Islamic, got chronic out on the terrace Angelic body lie cold without spirit My finest hour, you sacrifice to a higher Power. Fly from the tower, I fly sour And raw powder, .40 cal give your pal a shower Oh shit! My new Calvin Klein trousers Night prowler, your life is ours Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you Push up flowers. You ain't counting Chip-counters, niggas is pimps, your bitch Shouted. The 650 get cloudy.