I never freestyle for free without chargin' *****z 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 ***k if you ignore me yo can called 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 separates your body from your spirit
This is for wack *****z doin' shows and ****
'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 *****z
West Indian Island *****z, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z

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 *****z in my career, I ran through?

Comin' afta ya, blastin' ya, with the shotgun
Like a front seat p***enger
You must be askin' fa', some sort of a m***acre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular

Shatter you like gl*** in automobile crashes
When I smash that *** into blackberry mol***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

You see I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island *****z, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z

See I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island *****z, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z

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 ***kin' 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
*****z just ain't ***kin' wit the Cannabis Seteva
This is for all you *****z doin' shows and ****
'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 *****z
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****z

See I roll with the wildest *****z
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless *****z
The foulest *****z, who never smile at *****z
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced *****