Ghostface Killah, Roc Marciano, Killa Sin - The Black Diamonds lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Roc Marciano, Killa Sin - The Black Diamonds lyrics]
I warn you, shit face
I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast, 'cause you're about to
Freedom of speech
Watch how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for
Dope tracks and instrumentals
Traveled the world
Found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought temptations
Slap-boxed in The Devil's cage
A globetrotter, spot-rusher
I'll 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 rearranger
Leave you slumped on a chessboard
Found by a park ranger burst of adrenaline
Bungee jumped off of the Verrazzano
I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamos
Ran the streets heavy, kept my charm chunky
You're damn right I fuck fans
And I keep the munchies
Guess you must be the four dog fist champion
(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course
Yeah everyone knows in the kung fu world
It's a method that's never been defeated yet)
Ha ha ha, and won't be
I suppose I should warn you
I've been given good money to kill you
Yo loose cannon
Forty-deuce flicks through Paris
Laid 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 tryna drive the McLaren
Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace
Angelic, your body lie cold without spirit
My finest hour
You're sacrificed to a higher power
You fly from the tower, I fry sour
And buy powder, 40 cal give your pal a shower
You shit in your new Calvin Klein trousers
The night prowler, your life is ours
Knife your Eddie Bauer
Leave you pushin' up flowers
You ain't counted chip counters
"Them niggas is pimps!" your bitch shouted
The 650 get clouded uh
You'll see! I'm a master now
And whoever insulted you
Pays with his life for it
That I swear! I'll fight now! Okay, not bad
Patience, you've not seen it all yet
Yo gonna beef? I don't discriminate
Beat dudes black and blue
Snack on crews like they're food
Taking space up on my dinner plate
Depending on my mental state
The mood that I'm in'll make
Me charge like a bull
Pull the tool out and ventilate you
Sin'll chase you down
Lace your crown, face, you're found full of
Rounds from the pound that
Detonate when they penetrate
Could tell you always been a snake -
You don't move like I do
Imitators hate the fact that they
Can't do what I do i'm mindful of my rivals
I can smell 'em when they slide through
Provide you my arrival
Still won’t even get a side-view
Won't know that life is over 'til
I'm standing right beside you
It's not that I don't like
You motherfuckers I despise you
We of a different pedigree
Not cut from the same cloth
Stay G'd up from the feet up
While your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk
My guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze
They call police to bus me up north
Sinister the finisher
They label me a menace and got
Mad when I laughed at the
Judge during sentencing not
Glorifying prison
But I'm built tough for biddin'
Since "Survival of the Fittest", shit
I live it every minute
Every hour to the second
I'm gaining my respect
And never catch the God in
The yard sharpening the weapons, got
Shooters on demand, new recruit's to the Clan
Sticking everything moving
More loot for the fam
Ain't a damn thing changed
Just say the name, bitch:
Wu Tang
I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast, 'cause you're about to
Freedom of speech
Watch how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for
Dope tracks and instrumentals
Traveled the world
Found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought temptations
Slap-boxed in The Devil's cage
A globetrotter, spot-rusher
I'll 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 rearranger
Leave you slumped on a chessboard
Found by a park ranger burst of adrenaline
Bungee jumped off of the Verrazzano
I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamos
Ran the streets heavy, kept my charm chunky
You're damn right I fuck fans
And I keep the munchies
Guess you must be the four dog fist champion
(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course
Yeah everyone knows in the kung fu world
It's a method that's never been defeated yet)
Ha ha ha, and won't be
I suppose I should warn you
I've been given good money to kill you
Yo loose cannon
Forty-deuce flicks through Paris
Laid 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 tryna drive the McLaren
Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace
Angelic, your body lie cold without spirit
My finest hour
You're sacrificed to a higher power
You fly from the tower, I fry sour
And buy powder, 40 cal give your pal a shower
You shit in your new Calvin Klein trousers
The night prowler, your life is ours
Knife your Eddie Bauer
Leave you pushin' up flowers
You ain't counted chip counters
"Them niggas is pimps!" your bitch shouted
The 650 get clouded uh
You'll see! I'm a master now
And whoever insulted you
Pays with his life for it
That I swear! I'll fight now! Okay, not bad
Patience, you've not seen it all yet
Yo gonna beef? I don't discriminate
Beat dudes black and blue
Snack on crews like they're food
Taking space up on my dinner plate
Depending on my mental state
The mood that I'm in'll make
Me charge like a bull
Pull the tool out and ventilate you
Sin'll chase you down
Lace your crown, face, you're found full of
Rounds from the pound that
Detonate when they penetrate
Could tell you always been a snake -
You don't move like I do
Imitators hate the fact that they
Can't do what I do i'm mindful of my rivals
I can smell 'em when they slide through
Provide you my arrival
Still won’t even get a side-view
Won't know that life is over 'til
I'm standing right beside you
It's not that I don't like
You motherfuckers I despise you
We of a different pedigree
Not cut from the same cloth
Stay G'd up from the feet up
While your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk
My guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze
They call police to bus me up north
Sinister the finisher
They label me a menace and got
Mad when I laughed at the
Judge during sentencing not
Glorifying prison
But I'm built tough for biddin'
Since "Survival of the Fittest", shit
I live it every minute
Every hour to the second
I'm gaining my respect
And never catch the God in
The yard sharpening the weapons, got
Shooters on demand, new recruit's to the Clan
Sticking everything moving
More loot for the fam
Ain't a damn thing changed
Just say the name, bitch:
Wu Tang