歌词
I never freestyle for free, without chargin' n*ggas 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 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 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 n*ggas doin' shows and sh*t
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 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 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 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
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 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
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 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 ain't f*ckin' with the Canibus sativa
This is for all you n*ggas doin' shows and sh*t
'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 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!
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