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

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

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