2nd Round Ko

Yo Canibus man, what's up, man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man, you were boomin'
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know what I mean?
Talkin' foul 'bout 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 playin' 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 gon' 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 talkin' that shit about you

Hey, Mike Tyson here, speakin' with the Canibus man over here
Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here is to do nothin' but
Eat, eat, eat, eat, emcees for lunch, breakfast
Hey, man, they been playin' me all my life, man
You know I won a title a couple a times, did right
But they can't hurt us, man
We gon' do it, get up in this ring, man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this lil' nigga

So I'm a 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 the footnotes 'bout 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 ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin' with whack 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, brother (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 bein' 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 hangin' out wit' me, man
We're warriors, man, when we go into battle
We come out, or don't come out at all

Yo, 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 whack-ass verse
That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life
'Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March ninth
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 a dissin'
Somebody that he gotta know is better than him
But he feelin' himself 'cause he got more cheddar than him
Well, lemme tell you somethin', you might got more cash than me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a niggas 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 twenty miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
From a lost and forgotten land, you done did it, man
You done spitted some whack 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 you
And I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker

(Ladies and gentleman, we have a new lyrical weight champion)
(By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds, Can-I-bus)

Yo, Canibus, man, you movin' like Mike Tyson Jr., man
You in and out, and you're agile with your flow, man
But dig right, you got, you got meat, man, that's your name, Canibus
Your whole-your whole agenda is to eat these niggas, man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
Holdin' a mic with you

But dig right

But dig right

But dig right

But dig right

Hey, Mike Tyson here, speakin' with the Canibus man over here
Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here is to do nothin' but
Eat, eat, eat, eat, emcees for lunch, breakfast, dinner
That's your agenda, baby
Your-your agenda to to consume them
Their whole existence, they can't exist in your presence
The Canibus is here to rule forever
Mike Tyson, on the death