作词 : Thomas Bell/G. Williams/Kenneth Gamble/Roland Chambers/DJ Clark Kent 作曲 : Thomas Bell/G. Williams/Kenneth Gamble/Roland Chambers/DJ Clark Kent 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!