How We Roll (feat. Panama PI)

I never freestyle for free without chargin' **** a fee

It'll cost you a brain cell just to cypher with me

I'm the type of MC that rocks for the glory

I don't give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord me

Freestyle or written, spittin' with infinite ammunition

For anybody tryin' to go the distance

I promise you no less than a hundred thousand kilometers

My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin' your continent

I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric

Hittin' you with lyrics that separate your body from your spirit

This is for wack **** doin' shows and shit

'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it

(Dr-dr-drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it)

I roll with the wildest ****

West Indian Island ****, unemployed jobless ****

The foulest ****, who never smile at ****

Some hostile, wylin', chemically-imbalanced ****

We savages, snatchin' microphones from amateurs

'Cause, like women who get abortions, I ain't havin' it

I rip you, my metaphor content will split you

Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you

What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian

Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias

Have you any idea what I do to crews like you?

How many **** in my career, I ran through?

Comin' after y'all, blastin' y'all

With a shotgun, like a front seat passenger

You must be askin' for some sort of a massacre

I'll attack your cardiovascular

Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes

When I smash that ass into blackberry molasses

Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it

'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it

You see, I roll with the wildest ****

West Indian Island ****, unemployed jobless ****

The foulest ****, who never smile at ****

Some hostile, wylin', chemically-imbalanced ****

See, I roll with the wildest ****

West Indian Island ****, unemployed jobless ****

The foulest ****, who never smile at ****

Some hostile, wylin', chemically-imbalanced ****

I'm the illest lyricist in America

MCs can't see me 'cause I'm too quick

For the human retina to register

I roll up on your crew quicker than long sleeves

At a speed that would confuse Keanu Reeves

So ask yourself, who am I?

I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin' life

I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme

Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9

Line for line, I'll battle any kind of MC at any time

Whether they signed or unsigned

With many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas

More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus

More like than an African herd of zebras

**** just ain't fuckin' with the Canibus sativa

This is for all you **** doin' shows and shit

'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it

(Dr-dr-drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it)

See, I roll with the wildest ****

West Indian Island ****, unemployed jobless ****

The foulest ****, who never smile at ****

Some hostile, wylin', chemically-imbalanced ****

See, I roll with the wildest ****

West Indian Island ****, unemployed jobless ****

The foulest ****, who never smile at ****

Some hostile, wylin', chemically-imbalanced ****