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Canibus - 2nd Round Ko

Verse 1

I'ma let the word know the truth you don't want shine
You studied my rhyme, then you lays your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin' a homo-rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, your only droppin' clues
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched the foot notes bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug free remodel, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you don't got skills
Mad at me cause I kick that shit that real niggas feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
>From Ice-T to Kool Moe D to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck wit 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 started, nigga

Verse 2

Yo you better give me the respect I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a Colt .45, 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 hardest not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack a** verse
That shit 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 sometin different
A faggot nigga tryin to make a living out of dissin
Somebody that he gotta knowis better than him
But he feelin' himself cause he got more cheddar then him
Well lemme tell you soemtin' you might got mo' cash then me
But you aint got teh skills to eat a niggas ass like me
And if you really want to show it 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 let me rip that tat from your arm
Kick you groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mother, 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn and call Minister Farrakhan
To persuade me to squash it, I'll say naw he started it
He forgot what a hard-core artist is
A hard-core 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 at hand
>From a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shitit
And probably thought that because it's a minute I'll forget it
Fuck that, cause like Common in Cube I see the bitch in Yoo
And I'ma gonna make the world see you two motherfucker


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