Panama P.I. - How We Roll lyrics

[Verse 1] I never freestyle for free, without chargin' n***as 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** 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***as doin' shows and sh** Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it (Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it) [Hook: Panama P.I.] I roll with the wildest n***as West Indian Island n***as, unemployed jobless n***as The foulest n***as, who never smile at n***as Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n***as [Verse 2] 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***as in my career, I ran through? Comin' after ya, blastin' ya With the shotgun like a front seat pa**enger You must be askin' for some sort of a ma**acre I'll attack ya cardiovascular Shatter you like gla** in automobile crashes When I smash that a** into blackberry mola**es Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it [Hook: Panama P.I.] You see I roll with the wildest n***as West Indian Island n***as, unemployed jobless n***as The foulest n***as, who never smile at n***as Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n***as See I roll with the wildest n***as West Indian Island n***as, unemployed jobless n***as The foulest n***as, who never smile at n***as Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n***as [Verse 3] 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**in' life I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme Til 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***as just ain't f**in' with the cannabis sativa This is for all you n***as doin' shows and sh** 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it (Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it) [Hook: Panama P.I.] See I roll with the wildest n***as West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n***as The foulest n***as, who never smile at n***as Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n***as See I roll with the wildest n***as West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n***as The foulest n***as, who never smile at n***as Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced n***a!