The Way I Roll

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jokerr] I get butt naked, cliff dive in the grand canyon The only problem is the absence of water where I'm landing And I'm pissed because I break my legs every time I try And get yelled at by the same air vac helicopter pilot Blah, blah, blah, hollering [?] More blah, blah, wasting tax dollars or something Just be happy you got to give your helicopter a tour I'm an obsessive compulsive cliff jumping entrepreneur You guys are just made because you can't write like me Produce the sickest lyrics any condenser mic might see So when I grab this dynamic, I'm never rocking it wrong My lyrics stand in line and audition for spots in my songs Now I'm out to embarrass the biz But nobody knows who this The Jokerr character is And I'm the only one who knows he's me It's pretty sad, I got an autographed collection of my own CD's [Chorus: The Jokerr] But still I, I gotta stop I gotta think, I gotta make it through I gotta rip on everything I do It's like I can never finish 'til it's right, until I pay the due I gotta make sure everything is true And it's a complete addiction, I'm addicted and I love it so It's like this is the only way to go And I can't even ad-lib dirty and settle for stuff, no I can't help it, that's just the way that I roll [Verse 2: The Jokerr] When I was 12 years old I couldn't wait to get signed I was like Atlantic or Interscope? I couldn't make up my mind I wanted to be down with Dr. Dre, him and his folks Way back when Ren used to be team with spinners and spokes And it was all day, writing rhymes to a beat to try to spit with Begging my grandparents for cheese for me to buy equipment Someone told me to be myself, but it's hard to convince you When you rapping 'bout 40's, female dogs and garden utensils And after gangster rap smacked me in the back of the dome I wanted to be a thug, so I started rapping like Bone Then I just flew out to Cleveland [?] But I never anticipated I'll be all alone So I gave it up quick and went back home I came back mentally scarred, shamed and rudely embarrassed And uncomfortable like watching R rated movies with parents Now I was insecure, broke and truthfully lonely 'Til this voice in the corn field spoke to me and told me [Chorus: The Jokerr] But still I, I gotta stop I gotta think, I gotta make it through I gotta rip on everything I do It's like I can never finish 'til it's right, until I pay the due I gotta make sure everything is true And it's a complete addiction, I'm addicted and I love it so It's like this is the only way to go And I can't even ad-lib dirty and settle for stuff, no I can't help it, that's just the way that I roll [Verse 3: The Jokerr] At 16 I made me a decision (What was that?) To establish myself as the illest MC in existence I started battling (Who?), deaf kids, my sign language is perfect I'll battle Baskin-Robbins with 31 battle verses Yo, security tackled me down And pointed to a giant sign hanging saying "No battling allowed" At the police station, I tried to take it up with the chief I got tasered, maced and handcuffed and punched in the teeth The sergeant said I needed to clean all my ad-libs up So I added more libs like lib, lib, lib, lib, lib, what? Like what you know about rapping, homie? I got a nice flow His badge said "Sergeant M Mathers," I was like, "Oh" So after my arrest for possession of aggravated punch lines I tried to rent corners and sell prefabricated bum signs It sucked and I tried really hard to start it But it didn't work, kind of like all of my target market [Interlude] Did you say prefabricated bum signs? Yeah, I did actually You know what, you're an idiot It was still funny though [Verse 4: The Jokerr] I was still stuck watching my skill wasting away But then it came to me a sudden realization that day (What was that?) Every time I grab the microphone and step in the booth I'm a reflection more than myself, I'm repping the truth It took me 19 years to finally accept that I'm destined To show these people they don't have to settle for less than perfection So when I spit a verse and expect to be compensated I'm lyrically, morally, ethically obligated, I [Chorus: The Jokerr] I gotta stop I gotta think, I gotta make it through I gotta rip on everything I do It's like I can never finish 'til it's right, until I pay the due I gotta make sure everything is true And it's a complete addiction, I'm addicted and I love it so It's like this is the only way to go And I can't even ad-lib dirty and settle for stuff, no I can't help it, that's just the way that I roll But still I, I gotta stop I gotta think, I gotta make it through I gotta rip on everything I do It's like I can never finish 'til it's right, until I pay the due I gotta make sure everything is true And it's a complete addiction, I'm addicted and I love it so It's like this is the only way to go And I can't even ad-lib dirty and settle for stuff, no I can't help it, that's just the way that I roll