The Black Diamonds - Ghostface Killah, Roc Marciano, Killa Sin

I warn you shit face!

I pick who I’m gonna bury next

Say your prayers fast

'cause you’re about to feel my arm in

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 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 Verrazano

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

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

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 shit 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

Niggas is pimps your bitch shouted

The 650 get cloudy

You’ll see!

I’m a master now

And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for this

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

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

Provide you 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, motherfuckers

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 shit

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, bitch: Wu-Tang!