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