How We Roll

I never freestyle for free, without chargin n*ggas a fee
Itll cost you a brain cell just to cypher with me
Im the type of MC that rocks for the glory
I dont give a f*ck if you ignore me or camcord me
Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition
For anybody tryin to go the distance
I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometers
My bomb threatsll have you evacuatin your continent
Im barbaric with the alphanumeric
Hittin you with lyrics that separate your body from your spirit
This is for wack n*ggas doin shows and sh*t
Cause Ill be in the crowd if you aint controllin it
(Drop the mic, you shouldnt be holdin it)
I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n *ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
We savages, snatchin microphones from amateurs
Cause like women who get abortions, I aint 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 n*ggas in my career, I ran through?
Comin after ya, blastin ya
With the shotgun like a front seat passenger
You must be askin for some sort of a massacre
Ill attack ya 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 Ill be in the crowd if you aint controllin it
You see I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n *ggas
Im the illest lyricist in America
MCs cant see me cause Im too quick for the human retina to register
I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves
At a Speed that would confuse Keanu Reeves
So ask yourself, who am I?
Im the illest MC that you ever seen in your f*ckin life
I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme
Till the meter says nine, nine, nine, nine
Line for line I 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 lines than a African herd of zebras
N*ggas just aint f*ckin with the Canibus sativa
This is for all you n*ggas doin shows and sh*t
Cause Ill be in the crowd if you aint controllin it
(Drop the mic, you shouldnt be holdin it)
See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n* ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n* ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced n*gga!