Second 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 nottin' 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 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 lil' nigga [Canibus] So I'm a let the world know the truth; you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you lays 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 [Referee] 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 [Mike Tyson] 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 [Canibus] Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'm a 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 tryin' to 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 mo 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'm a make the world see it too, motherfucker [Referee] Ladies and gentleman, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds: Can-i-bus [Mike Tyson] 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 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 nottin' 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