[Canibus]
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 $#&@ 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 kilometres
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
([Rakim:] "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it")


[Chorus: Panama P.I.]

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


[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 ^!$$%z 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 you like glass in automobile crashes

when I smash that $$# 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 ^!$$%z
West Indian Island ^!$$%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


[Canibus]
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 $#&@in 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 $#&@in 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
([Rakim:] "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it")


[Chorus: Panama P.I.]


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 ..^!$$%!