[ 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 and I'm hooked and addicted for sho'
  Now 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'ma 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, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity
  Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in ???
  
  [ CHORUS: Dubee ]
  We be global
  Touch land and that sand over the seas
  Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese
  For sheez, clickulate with players
  Under the stairs, to the Himalayas
  Kinda thick, layer for layer(2x)
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87
  When I was doin my thug game, 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-eyed flight the same night to Morocco
  Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains
  Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines
  Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex
  So I'ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  
  [ 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 hashis while I feast on teriaki
  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 till 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 San Coy
  Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy
  
  [ CHORUS ]