Lyrics
Yo, Cannabis man, what's up, man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef, man
You were booming, but I caught these foul slouches again, say
You know, mean talking 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 repeat 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 me, but they can't hurt us, man
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
Ni- talkin' that shit 'bout you
Hey Mike Tyson here, speakin' 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 playin' 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 this yourself, man
So 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 b- move, somethin' that a ho- rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes, 'bout how you used to sniff c-
Frontin' like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know b- that seen you smoke we- 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 sh- real niggas feel
While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fu- 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, ni-
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 fu- 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 sh-)
You understand? (Fu- you!)
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that ni- again!)
Stop bein' a bi- (Get the fu- off me, man!)
We came to see a fight
Yo, Canibus man, you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bi- ass ni- 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, 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 a- verse
That sh- 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 (nah)
See this is somethin' different
A fa- ni- trying to make a living off of dissing
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 ni- as- 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, f- 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 nah, 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 sh-
And probably thought that because it's been a minute, I'll forget it
Fu- that, 'cause like Common and Cube, I see the bi- in you
And I'ma make the world see it too, mother-
Ladies and gentlemen
We have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knockout
Three minutes and 40 seconds
Canibus
Yo Canibus man, you movin' like Mike Tyson junior man
You in and out, and you're agile with your flow, man
But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name, Canibus
Your whole, your whole agenda is to eat these ni- man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
Holdin' the 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 nothing
But eat, eat, eat, eat MC's, 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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