How We Roll

I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a fee

It'll cost 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 ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometres

My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin your continent

I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric

Hittin you with lyrics that separates your body from your spirit

This is for wack niggaz doin shows and shit

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

I roll with the wildest niggaz

West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz

The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz

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, powderlike 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 niggaz in my career, I ran through?

Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgun

Like a front seat passenger

You must be askin fa', some sort of a massacre

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

You see I roll with the wildest niggaz

West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz

The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz

See I roll with the wildest niggaz

West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz

The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz

I'm the illest lyricist in America -- MC's can't see me

Cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista

I roll up on ya 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

Til the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9

Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time

Whether they signed or unsigned

Wit 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

Niggaz just ain't fuckin wit the 'cannabis seteva'

This is for ALL you niggaz doin shows and shit

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

("Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it")

See I roll with the wildest niggaz

West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz

The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz

See I roll with the wildest niggaz

West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz

The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz

Some hostile violent

Chemically... Imbalanced... Nigga!