Lyric Niggas We Roll With 12
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
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
