Roc Marciano - The Black Diamonds lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Freedom of speech Watch how I reach my potential I still know hunting for, 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 motherf**er! I ain't mad , I co*k 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 Verrazano I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamo's In the streets heavy, my charms chunky You damn right I f** fans And I keep the munchies [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Loose cannon 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, burn 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 buy powder, .40 cal give your pal a shower You sh** in your new Calvin Klein trousers The night prowler, your life is ours Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you Push up flowers You ain't counting chip-counters n***as is pimps your b**h shouted The 650 get cloudy [Verse 3: k**ah Sin] When it comes to beef I don't discriminate We dudes black and blue, smack 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 Sinner taste you down Make your crown face your frown, full of Rounds from the pound that detonate when They penetrate 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 ? my arrival, they 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, motherf**ers I despise you. The other 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 love to bust off, but every time I squeeze they call police, they 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 bidding It's survival of the fittest sh** I live it every minute every hour to the second I'm gaining my respect Never catch the god in the yard Sharpening the weapons, got shooters On demand, new recruits for the Clan Sticking everything moving, more loot for the fam Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name, b**h: Wu Tang