Canibus Second Round Knockout (extended Version) Lyrics

Second Round Knockout (extended Version) Lyrics

[Mike Tyson] 
 
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here 
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but 
eat eat eat eat MC's, 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 li'l nigga  
 
[Verse One - Canibus] 
 
Yo I'ma let the world know the truth!  
You don't want me to shine 
You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after mine 
That's a bit*h 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 bit*hes 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 sh*t real niggas feel 
While 99% of your fans wear high heels 
>From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z  
Now you wanna f**k 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! 
 
[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 f**k 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? (f**k you!) 
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!) 
Stop bein a bit*h (Get the f**k 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 bit*h as* niggaz hangin out wit me man  
We're warriors man, when we go into battle 
we 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 force 
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault 
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 as* verse 
That sh*t 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, see this is something different 
A faggot nigga trying to make a living off of dissing 
Somebody that he's got to know is better than him 
but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him 
Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me 
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's 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**k it, I'll let you kick em all 
I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] 
 
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 1st, 2nd and 3rd born 
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan 
So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw 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 off hand  
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man 
You done spitted some wack shittit  
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it? 
f**k that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bit*h In You 
and I'ma make the world see it too, motherf**ker! 
 
[Verse Three - Canibus] 
I'll battle you on the net 
I'll battle you in the flesh 
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect 
I'll battle you for the respect 
I'll battle you over a blank check 
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck 
'Cause battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me 
We can battle in Hot 97's lobby 
Constantly battling, out in the streets 
Or Battle of The Beats, we can let Angie referee 
Inside the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tense 
Armed with shanks waiting for the battle commence 
Ladies 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 riot 
You're a virus, you run around screaming "Stop The Violence!" 
I rip mics tighter than pliers 
You say you the greatest of all time? 
You're a liar, your time's expired 
You no longer have what Hip Hop requires, so retire!!!