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How We Roll

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I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz 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 fuck if you ignore me, yo can call you
Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition
For anybody tryin to go the distance
I promise ya no less than 100,000 kilometres
My bomb stress will 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 niggaz doin shows and shit
Cause I’ll be in the crowd if you ain’t controllin it
(rakim: ’drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holdin it’)

Chorus:

I roll with the wildest niggaz, yes indeed the highest niggaz
Unemployed jobless niggaz, and foul niggaz
Don’t never smilin niggaz, my style’s wildin
Chemically imbalanced niggaz

[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 niggaz 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 ya like passin 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

Chorus: repeat 2x

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
With a speed that could confuse keanu reeves
So ask yaself, who am i
I’m the illest mc that ya ever seen in ya fuckin life
I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme
Til the meter reads 9, 9, 9, 9
Line for line I battle any kind of mc
At any time, whether 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
Cause you ain’t fuckin wit the ’canibus seteva’
This is for all y’all niggaz doin shows and shit
Cause I’ll be in the crowd if you ain’t controllin it

Chorus to fade

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