How We Roll – Canibus – letras

[Canibus]I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a feeIt’ll cost a brain cell just to cypher with meI’m the type of MC, that rocks for the gloryI don’t give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord meFreestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunitionfor anybody tryin to go the distanceI promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometresMy bomb threats’ll have you evacuatin your continentI’m barbaric with the alphanumericHittin you with lyrics that separates your body from your spiritThis is for wack niggaz doin shows and shitCause 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 niggazWest Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggazThe foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggazSome hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz[Canibus]We savages, snatchin microphones from amateursCause like women who get abortions, I ain’t havin itI rip you, my metaphor content, will split youinto little, powderlike crystals, so I can sniff youWhat I say should be displayed at the SmithsonianYour rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconiasHave you any idea what I do to crews like youHow many niggaz in my career, I ran through?Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgunlike a front seat passengerYou must be askin fa’, some sort of a massacreI’ll attack ya cardiovascularShatter you like glass in automobile crasheswhen I smash that ass into blackberry molassesRip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in itcause I’ll be in the crowd if you ain’t controllin itChorus: Panama P.I.You see I roll with the wildest niggazWest Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggazThe foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggazSome hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggazSee I roll with the wildest niggazWest Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggazThe foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggazSome hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz[Canibus]I’m the illest lyricist in America — MC’s can’t see mecause I’m too quick, for the human retina to registaI roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleevesAt a +Speed+ that would confuse Keanu ReevesSo ask yourself, who am I?I’m the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin lifeI hop into the backseat of a cab and rhymetil the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any timewhether they signed or unsignedWit many lines, more lines than a million pair of AdidasMore lines than the bible quoted from JesusMore lines than a African herd of zebrasNiggaz just ain’t fuckin wit the ‘cannabis seteva’This is for ALL you niggaz doin shows and shitCause 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 niggazWest Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggazThe foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggazSome hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggazSee I roll with the wildest niggazWest Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggazThe foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggazSome hostile violent