Canibus How We Roll Lyrics

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[Canibus]
I never freestyle for free, without chargin *****z 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 **** 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 *****z doin shows and ****
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
[Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it"]

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island *****z, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z

[Canibus]
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 *****z 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 *** 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

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
You see I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island *****z, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z
See I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island *****z, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z

[Canibus]
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 ****in 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
*****z just ain't ****in wit the 'cannabis seteva'
This is for ALL you *****z doin shows and ****
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
(Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it")

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
See I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z
See I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent
Chemically... Imbalanced... *****!

Written by: Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Thomas Bell, Roland Chambers, Kenneth Gamble, Germaine A Williams (canibus)
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group

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