Second Round K.O.

Yo, Canibus, man, what's up, man?

I caught you on that cut with Wyclef

Man, you were booming

But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know I mean?

Talking foul about you the other night

On the corner of the boulevard, man, I wasn't with that

But I ain't know you well enough to defend you though, right?

But you seem like you got true game

But peep game, man, they've been playing me all my life, man

You know I won the title a couple of times

Did right, you know what I mean?

But they can't hurt us, man, we gonna do it

Get up in this ring, man, put on these gloves

Let me show how to handle yourself, man

You don't got nobody out there with you

I gots to show you, man, get up in there, move that head, man

Come on to me, man, but when you come, man

You gotta come for blood, man

Come up to me, man, come on, bust that nigga whole

Man, niggas talking that shit about you

Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking

With the Canibus man over here

Yo, Canibus your main objective out here

Is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat MC's for lunch, breakfast

Hey, man, they been playing me all my life, man

You know I won the title a couple of times, did right?

No, but they can't hurt us, man

We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves

Let me show you how to handle yourself, man

Yo, I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine

You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine

That's a bitch move, somethin' that a homo rapper would do

So when you say that you platinum, you only droppin' clues

I studied your background, read the book that you wrote

Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke

Frontin' like a drug-free role model, you disgust me

I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently

You walk around showin' off your body 'cause it sells

Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills

Mad at me 'cause I kick that shit real niggas feel

While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels

From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z

Now you want to fuck with me? You must be crazy

You drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off

You better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga

Hey-hey-hey-hey, you just hold it right there

(Yo, get off me man) we got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks

(Yo, yo get the fuck off me man) if I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha

(Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit) you understand? (Fuck you!)

You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!)

Stop being a bitch (get the fuck off me man!)

We came to see a fight

Yo Canibus, man, you gotta hit harder than that man

You don't want no bitch-ass niggas hanging out with me, man

We're warriors man, when we go into battle

We come out or don't come out at all

You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force

Blast you with a .45 Colt, make you somersault

Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts

Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk?

It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first

That's why I laugh when I hear that wack-ass verse

That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life

'Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th

God bless his soul, rest in peace, kid

It's because of him now at least I know what beef is

It's not what I would call this, see this is somethin' different

A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin'

Somebody that he gotta know is better than him

But he feelin' himself 'cause he got more cheddar than him

Well, let me tell you somethin', you might got more cash than me

But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me

And if you really want to show off, we can get it on

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all

I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud

Now watch me rip the tat' from your arm

Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award

In front of your mom, your first, second and third born

Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan

So he could persuade me to squash it

I say, "Naw, he started it, he forgot what a hardcore artist is"

A hardcore artist is a dangerous man

Such as myself, trained to run 20 miles in soft sand

On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars offhand

From a lost and forgotten land

You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack shit

And probably thought that because it's been a minute, I'll forget it?

Fuck that! 'Cause like Common and Cube, I See the Bitch in Yoo

And I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new lyrical weight champion

By second round knock out

Three minutes and 40 seconds, Can-i-bus

Yo, Canibus man, you moving like Mike Tyson Jr

Man, you in-and-out, and you're agile with your flow, man

But dig right, you got to eat, man

That's your name Canibus

Your whole agenda is to eat these niggas, man

They have no business to be in the same stage with you

Holding the mic with you

But dig right

But dig right

But dig right

But dig right

Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking

With the Canibus man over here

Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here

Is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat MC's

For lunch, breakfast, dinner; that's your agenda, baby

Your agenda to consume them

Their whole existence, they can't exist in your presence

The Canibus is here to rule forever, Mike Tyson, on the def