How We Roll - Panama PI, Canibus

I never freestyle for free, without chargin' niggas 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 ya 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 niggas 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)

I roll with the wildest niggas

West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas

The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas

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 niggas 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

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 niggas

West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas

The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas

See I roll with the wildest niggas

West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas

The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas

I’m the illest lyricist in America

MC’s can’t see me 'cause I’m 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?

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 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

Niggas just ain’t fuckin' with the Canibus sativa

This is for all you niggas 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 niggas

West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggas

The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas

Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas

See I roll with the wildest niggas

West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggas

The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas

Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced nigga!