Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Second Round K.O., artist - Canibus. Album song Can-i-bus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Second Round K.O. |
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man — you were boomin |
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean? |
Talkin 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. |
peep game man, they’ve been playin me all my life man |
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean? |
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 |
Niggaz talkin that shit about you. |
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 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 bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+ |
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 niggaz feel |
While 99% 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 wack juice, and you can’t get it off |
You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga |
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 brotha |
(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 |
Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man |
You don’t want no bitch ass 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 |
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 ass verse |
That shit 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 faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin |
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him |
but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him |
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo'cash then me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's 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 1st, 2nd and 3rd born |
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan |
So he could persuade me to squash it, I 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’ll forget it Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+ |
and I’ma make the world see it too, motherfucker |
Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion |
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus |
Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man |
You in and out and you’re agile with you flow man |
But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that’s your name Canibus |
Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz 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 nuttin 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 existance, they can’t exist in your presence |
The Canibus is here to rule forever |
Mike Tyson, on the death |