[Verse 1: Canibus]
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 fuck 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 shit
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
(Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it)

[Chorus: 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: 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 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 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
[Chorus: 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: Canibus]
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 fuckin' 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***as just ain't fuckin' with the Canibus sativa
This is for all you n***as doin' shows and shit
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it
(Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it)
[Chorus: 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!