[ VERSE 1 ]

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 I'm hooked and addicted for sho'

And 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'mma 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, playin' the Romp like it's for eternity

Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in Werbach, Germany

[ Hook (Repeat 2X): Dubee ]

We be global

Touch land in that sand over the seas

Blew off a couple of G's, releasin' verbal telekinese, for sheez

Clickalate with players, under the stairs, to the Himalayas

Kinda thick, layer for layer

[ VERSE 2 ]

Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87

When I was doin' my thug thang, 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-eye flight the same night to Morocco

Top-nacho, chasin' superbad scrilla fiends

Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines

Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex

So I'mma get mobile, stay global like FedEx

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[ 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 hashish while I feast on teriyaki

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 'til 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 St. Croix

Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy

[ Hook ]