Worldwide

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)



Credits
Writer(s): Joost Jellema, Sophia May, Monsef Monsour
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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