Second Round Knockout Lyrics - Canibus

[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