Global

[ VERSE 1 ]
 I been tryin to flip the script and take this rap thing to the next page
 But the federalies got me travellin on Con Air like I'm Nicholas Cage
 Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace
 Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash
 The rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled
 Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin and I'm hooked and addicted for sho'
 Now how am I to be an MC when I can't get my travel on?
 Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
 The only way out is to max out and give these fools back they lease
 Fuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised release
 I'ma bring a calendar, bounce, blow up like Chernobyl
 Kirk out and get mobile and do this thing global
 Worldwide rompin, stompin in other nations
 Blowin bomb with Jamaicans, and sippin Dom with them Haitians
 Kickin major flows, have Asian hoes, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity
 Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in?
 [ CHORUS: Dubee ]
 We be global
 Touch land and that sand over the seas
 Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese
 For sheez, clickulate with players
 Under the stairs, to the Himalayas
 Kinda thick, layer for layer(2x)
 [ VERSE 2 ]
 Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87
 When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heaven
 One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change
 Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs
 And it's a shame, cause before I hit the f-e-d's
 I didn't know about them niggas in Cuba and them sisters in Belize
 Now I'm curious - is Belizan pussy the bomb?
 When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come?
 Boy, it's time to hit the friendly skies and fly like a seagull
 Post up in spots where the pot's good and legal
 Eat tacos in Mexico with cats named Flaco
 And catch a red-eyed flight the same night to Morocco
 Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains
 Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines
 Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex
 So I'ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx
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 [ VERSE 3 ]
 I was a cell dweller, eatin Top Ramen and sardines
 Now it's Taiwanese Japanese cuisine
 Barefooted, fitted, sippin on sake
 Blow on big hashis while I feast on teriaki
 International is how I'm smashin, hoe
 A cutthroat nigga that will blast and roll
 I took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme
 They had a nigga blowin brown, said it wasn't no green
 But that ain't no thang, cause in Tacoma
 I blew bomb till I was in a coma
 And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill
 Got that purple leaf dank that really real
 I'm global, boy, I be travellin
 Gettin further in the air like a javelin
 Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to San Coy
 Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy
 [ CHORUS ]