Mike Tyson - Second Round K.O. lyrics

[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-a** n***as, 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 like 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 Dig 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 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 n***a whole Man, n***as talking that sh** 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 MC's for lunch, breakfast Hey, man, they been playing me all my life, man You know I won the title a couple of times, dig 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 yourself, man [Verse 1: Canibus] 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**h move, something that a h*mo 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 about how you used to sniff coke Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know b**hes that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showing off your body ‘cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got sk**s Mad at me ‘cause I kick that sh** real n***as feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay Z Now you want to f** with me? You must be crazy You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start, n***a [Interlude: Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus, man, you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no b**h-a** n***as hanging out with me, man We're warriors man, when we go into battle We come out or don't come out at all [Verse 2: Canibus] 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 wack a** verse That sh** was the worst 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 f*ggot n***a tryna make a livin' off of dissin' Somebody that he gotta know is better than him But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him Well, let me tell you something You might got more cash then me But you ain't got the sk**s to eat a n***a's a** 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 1st, 2nd and 3rd-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 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? f** that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube, I see the b**h in you And I'ma make the world see it too, motherf**er [Interlude: Referee] Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock out 3 minutes and 40 seconds, Can-i-bus [Outro: Mike Tyson] Yo, Canibus man, you moving like Mike Tyson Jr Man, you in-and-out, and you're agile with your flow, man But dig right, you got to eat, man That's your name Canibus Your whole agenda is to eat these n***as, man They have no business to be in the same stage with you Holding the mic with you, but dig right 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 MC's For lunch, breakfast, dinner; that's your agenda, baby Your agenda to consume them Their whole existence, they can't exist in your presence The Canibus is here to rule forever, Mike Tyson, on the def