Global

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'm a 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 [x2] [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'm a get mobile, stay global like

FedEx [CHORUS] [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]