Canibus - Second Round Knockout Lyrics
[mike tyson]Hey mike tyson here speakin with the canibus man over hereYo canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin butEat eat eat eat mc's, for lunch, breakfastHey man they been playin me all my life manYou know i won a title a couple a times did rightNo but they can't hurt us manWe gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these glovesLet 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 shineYou studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after mineThat's a ***** move, somethin that a homo rapper would doSo when you say that you platinum, you only droppin cluesI studied your background, read the book that you wroteResearched the footnotes, 'bout how you used to sniff cokeFrontin like a drug free role model, you disgust meI know *****es that seen you smoke weed recentlyYou walk around showin off your body cause it sellsPlus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skillsMad at me cause i kick that shit real niggas feelWhile 99% of your fans wear high heels>from ice-t to kool moe dee to jay-zNow you wanna ***** with me? you must be crazy!You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it offYou 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 ***** 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? (***** you!)You'll be disqualified (i'll bite that nigga again!)Stop bein a ***** (get the ***** off me man!)We came to see a fight[mike tyson]Yo canibus man you gotta hit harder than that manYou don't want no ***** ass niggaz hangin out wit me manWe're warriors man, when we go into battleWe 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 forceBlast you with a 45 colt, make you summersaultShock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderboltsBefore you wanted a war, now you wanna talkIt's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes firstThat's why i laugh when i hear that wack ass verseThat shit was the worse, rhyme i ever heard in my lifeCause the greatest rapper of all time died on march 9thGod bless his soul rest in peace kidIt's because of him now at least i know what beef isIt's not what i would call this, see this is something differentA faggot nigga trying to make a living off of dissingSomebody that he's got to know is better than himBut he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than himWell let me tell you something, you might got more cash than meBut you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like meAnd if you really want to show off, we can get it onLive in front of the cameras on your own sitcomI'll let you kick a verse, ***** it, i'll let you kick em allI'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]Now watch me rip the tat from your armKick you in the groin, stick you for your vanguard awardIn front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd bornMake your wife get on the horn call minister farrakhanSo he could persuade me to squash it, i'd saw naw he started itHe forgot what a hardcore artist isA hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myselfTrained to run 20 miles in soft sandOn or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off handFrom a lost and forgotten land, you done did it manYou done spitted some wack shittitAnd probably thought that because it's been a minute i'd forget it?***** that! 'cause like common and cube i see the ***** in youAnd i'ma make the world see it too, mother*****er![verse three - canibus]I'll battle you on the netI'll battle you in the fleshI'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collectI'll battle you for the respectI'll battle you over a blank checkI'll battle you with a gun to my neck'cause battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise meWe can battle in hot 97's lobbyConstantly battling, out in the streetsOr battle of the beats, we can let angie refereeInside the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tenseArmed with shanks waiting for the battle commenceLadies 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 riotYou're a virus, you run around screaming "stop the violence!"I rip mics tighter than pliersYou say you the greatest of all time?You're a liar, your time's expiredYou no longer have what hip hop requires, so retire!!!
