[Intro: Mike Tyson]
Yo, Canibus, man, what's up, man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef, man, you were booming
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know I mean?
Talking foul about 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 that you got true game
But peep game, man, they've been playing 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 gonna do it
Get up in this ring, man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle yourself, man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you, man, get up in therе, move that head, man
Come on to mе, 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 talking that shit about you
Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking with the Canibus man over here
Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat emcees for lunch, breakfast
Hey, man, they been playing me all my life, man
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right
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 yourself, man
[Verse 1]
Yo, 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 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 your 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 want to fuck 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
Yo, Canibus, man, what's up, man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef, man, you were booming
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know I mean?
Talking foul about 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 that you got true game
But peep game, man, they've been playing 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 gonna do it
Get up in this ring, man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle yourself, man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you, man, get up in therе, move that head, man
Come on to mе, 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 talking that shit about you
Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking with the Canibus man over here
Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat emcees for lunch, breakfast
Hey, man, they been playing me all my life, man
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right
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 yourself, man
[Verse 1]
Yo, 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 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 your 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 want to fuck 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
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