Canibus: 2nd round K.O.

[Mike Tyson] Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's, 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 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 this li'l nigga [Verse One - Canibus] Yo I'ma let the world know the truth! You don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laced 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 99% 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 wack juice, and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga! [Referee] - (Canibus in parentheses) 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 bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!) We came to see a fight [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man We're warriors man, when we go into battle we come out, or don't come out at all! [Verse Two - Canibus] 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 summersault 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 worse, 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 something different A faggot nigga trying to make a living off of dissing Somebody that he's got to know is better than him but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something, 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'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] 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 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw 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 off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack shittit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd 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! [Verse Three - Canibus] I'll battle you on the net I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect I'll battle you for the respect I'll battle you over a blank check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck 'Cause battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me We can battle in Hot 97's lobby Constantly battling, out in the streets Or Battle of The Beats, we can let Angie referee Inside the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tense Armed with shanks waiting for the battle commence Ladies and gents, pick up the phone and call in the side with the highest ?pennant and decide the wench? Lowest versus the highest, I'll start a riot You're a virus, you run around screaming "Stop The Violence!" I rip mics tighter than pliers You say you the greatest of all time? You're a liar, your time's expired You no longer have what Hip Hop requires, so retire!!!