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