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This is a story of long, long ago Yo, another day another dollar, we live legendary Travel the world by any means necessary Fresh Wallabies, black suede, Gucci robe X marks the spot and I've travelled the globe Hit the road, slash the universe, universally They call me liquid ghost, I move like mercury No hurting me, I burn to the third degree (How much it take to burn that formula?) Purposefully, I reveal the features My road dogs bark, I got goons in the bleachers To each his own, I flip like a 90's phone Fuck around you catch stars in your timezone Slaying mics through my Wu-Tang trilogy 36 and Cuban Linx, it's all pillage, B You know the history burn like rotisserie Clan in the front chess boxing is the mystery Clan in the front, it's the ghost We want the killer, my tailor's a killer We can defeat any competition, anywhere in the world Worldwide, on the move on the real Worldwide, bumrushing Worldwide, 4/7 and 365 Worldwide, the general, watch your board For all of y'all, rock rhymes For all of y'all, rock that shot I set the microphone on fire I admire your confidence What do we do in the meantime? So we move like militants, Saudi Arabians Red flagged at airports, banned by Canadians Kicked out of stadiums, followed by hip-hop police Yo, I got a cease and desist Big eagle on the wrist, they think it's a weapon So I'll melt this shit down till the day of redemption Not to mention my pensions is eight times a go Wu-Tang Clan, hundred niggas on the road Move with such power and power in such movements Sold our souls for years we move humans We make the crowd chant "Wu-Tang forever" Shoot for the symbol on the stars and little dippers Crowd pleaser, crowd-crowd-crowd pleaser You are pioneering a method The lost wax process Where exactly is your destination? Worldwide, no matter where you are Worldwide, moving indeed Worldwide, here we go, y'all Worldwide, we on the rise-rise-rise-rise For all of y'all, rock rhymes For all of y'all, rock that shot I-I like to rip off mics (Must be destroyed, you understand?) Heroes in the real world live 24 hours a day, not just two hours in a game Now be a good boy and drink your milk (okay)
Writer(s): Joost Jellema, Moncef Mansour, Sophia Hurst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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