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How We Roll Lyrics

[Canibus]
I never freestyle for free, without chargin n***** 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 f*** 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 n***** doin shows and s***
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 n*****
West Indian Island n*****, unemployed jobless n*****
The foulest n*****, who never smile at n*****
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*****

[Canibus]
We savages, s*****in 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 n***** 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 a** 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 n*****
West Indian Island n*****, unemployed jobless n*****
The foulest n*****, who never smile at n*****
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*****
See I roll with the wildest n*****
West Indian Island n*****, unemployed jobless n*****
The foulest n*****, who never smile at n*****
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*****

[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 f***** 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
n***** just ain't f***** wit the 'cannabis sativa'
This is for ALL you n***** doin shows and s***
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 n*****
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*****
The foulest n*****, who never smile at n*****
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*****
See I roll with the wildest n*****
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*****
The foulest n*****, who never smile at n*****
Some hostile violent
.. chemically ..imbalanced ..n****!
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