Lyrics The Black Diamonds (feat. Ghostface, Roc Marciano, & Killa Sin) - Roc Marciano , GhostFace , Wu-Tang Clan

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.