JumpinJack AJ Posted June 29, 2004 Report Share Posted June 29, 2004 Reading the lyrics and hearing the song are 2 different things...but here's the lyrics 2 the battle. Maybe one of music-online freaks can find snippets or the entire songs online and link them here. PARENTAL ADVISORY: EXPLICT LYRICS [color=blue]"4, 3, 2, 1" [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on anybody who ain't close enough to **** on Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it [LL Cool J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this **** for free this time this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard") Every little boy wanna pick up the mic and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you ameteur MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh) In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to this mic on my arm If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize And I'm daring every MC in the game to play yourself out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time[/color] __________ [color=orange]Second Round Knockout (Extended Version) [Mike Tyson] 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 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 li'l nigga [Verse One - Canibus] Yo I'ma let the world know the truth! You don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laced 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 **** real niggas feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels >From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you wanna **** 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! [Referee] - (Canibus in parentheses) 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 **** 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 ****) You understand? (**** you!) You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!) Stop bein a bitch (Get the **** 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 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! [Verse Two - Canibus] 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 **** 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, see this is something different A faggot nigga trying to make a living off of dissing Somebody that he's got to know is better than him but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than 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, **** it, I'll let you kick em all I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] 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'd 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 ****tit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it? **** that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In You and I'ma make the world see it too, mother****er! [Verse Three - Canibus] I'll battle you on the net I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect I'll battle you for the respect I'll battle you over a blank check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck 'Cause battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me We can battle in Hot 97's lobby Constantly battling, out in the streets Or Battle of The Beats, we can let Angie referee Inside the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tense Armed with shanks waiting for the battle commence Ladies and gents, pick up the phone and call in the side with the highest ?pennant and decide the wench? Lowest versus the highest, I'll start a riot You're a virus, you run around screaming "Stop The Violence!" I rip mics tighter than pliers You say you the greatest of all time? You're a liar, your time's expired You no longer have what Hip Hop requires, so retire!!![/color] __________ [color=red]The Ripper Strikes Back We just gon have some fun with hip hop A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats Oh yeah this is a Tunnel banger too Word up, Tunnel banger baby Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight Famous for getting ****ed by a stick of dynamite You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep The overlord of rap will never meet defeat Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones ****ing everlasting lyrical methods is my throne Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga Held down my crown for a decade and a half Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson For some Affirmative Action Chorus: Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can! Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds Talk about my book you bought to read You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down Next time, save that **** for the Lyricist's Lounge Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down Heard that convicted rapist on the record too Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo) You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF! Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord Talkin bout my first and second and third born Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust Nigga in Todd we trust Chorus Now break it down for me ! See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's in hip-hop, word up, no bull**** Oh I ain't done yet You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come back Never that, nigga my size is unlimited Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh **** it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic Career be over next year, yeah I said it Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed MUTHA****A, where's a rhyme when you need it? First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it You said that same bull**** at House of Blues Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse That's you, yeah nigga I'm goin at you Stop basin', and you can be a role model too Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ? Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ? Who's got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd while you dropped verses at niggas' proms Faggot, you better battle number two Cause number one, got his title locked down son The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin) Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform your thought process, when my pen gets erect Warning, all MC's better retreat Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street Better run and get the Fugees Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his ****in mic on Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son) Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga Chorus " Now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "[/color]__________ [color=purple]What's Clef (Got To Do With It) (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator If you need help, try, try again Try, try again [Wyclef Jean] I got it started to my face I got it started to my face, right? What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation? Ha, ha, ha You gotta be kiddin'! You call my name four times on a record? Heh, heh! (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove" Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson You write about being a veteran, but not a legend Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya A new episode where the student kills the teacher Any last words before I send you to your dream? Hold my hands and pray [lyrics in Creole] You don't got knowledge yourself So you don't know what that mean, a'ight? Who suped you up to do the record in the first place? It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls Under the conference room table When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL I worked too hard, for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats" You're weak nigga! (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, this my question [The Product] What's your question? [Chorus] What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a Bob Marley impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better" (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh Here we go-o, uh-oh Every two records you do scenario You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool" Kids wet too who do the pool Let bells ring like Sunday school L.L. Cool J is hard as hell? So hard at night he's Jezebel I heard the teller, Himmemel How you think he wrote the song? Rock the bells! [The Product] Yo, Clef I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid This is real! [Wyclef Jean] Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I’ll turn green Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed I even got the Devil worshippers sayin', "God bless" You star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source" You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch! (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [The Product] Rest in peace! [Chorus] What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a muscle man impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? Watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it [Naomi Campbell] Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack L.L., why don't you just give up? (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again If you need help, try, try again Try, try again[/color] __________ [color=red]Rasta Imposter Intro: What you got to do with it? What the **** you talkin about? What the **** you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? **** wrong with you? Like you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your ****in insane or something. (You ****in wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) [Verse One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think **** is sweet That busy signal bull**** is dead up in the street Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce On when heard your man's wack **** and went to take up his Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore And stood on every corner like a liquor store Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm ill? Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill? When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga I send the wolves to kill that nigga If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that nigga Michael Jordan of all this rap ****, pullin the trigger What the ****? You on a mission to self-destruct And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im Chorus L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga One on one or round up the crews nigga But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigga You know the rules nigga! *repeat* [Verse Two] Queens ****, give me cream so I can grab my dick Sew that ****, what the **** y'all niggas workin with? Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique A real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips Can't believe you went there, no I know you a bitch Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga So what you talkin bout? That ****s supposed to be hot? Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block? I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up and your tint's passed the limit So they don't know a faggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did this to you Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, never quit, and my money's long Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips Constantly involvin my name with that bull****! Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand So I can describe the picture with both hands You must not understand who's in command I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad bland Chorus [Verse Three] I'll cut your ****in head off and leave it on your mom's dresser Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor? I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under pressure I don't stress ya, yet still I must check ya Extort niggas for gettin ****ed up, stop and inspect ya **** wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me" Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin **** Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for chips I originated all this **** The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel Mic's my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea The King of Hiphop is something you could never be My crown you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory I'm the double L, capital C, double O With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown What the **** wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga? You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something **** wrong with you?[/color] __________ [color=orange]Rip the Jacker Calling all dogs, calling all dogs Be on the look out for a big homo nigga with dimples And I'ma let y'all know somethin', it ain't just start here We've been preyin' on that ass since "Jack the Ripper" And now its time to rip it to the jacker (ahhhhhhhhhhh .....) [Verse 1] No rapper could rap quite like I can You know who the **** I am, I'm the canibus man I had to rock to a beat like this to show you That I'm iller then the future, the present, and the old you I told you, wish you could take it all back don't you Tried to smoke some canibus but canibus smoked you Calling yourself the greatest is something you don't do Cause after I humiliate you what will the G.O.A.T. do You can't rap or act my main man You goin' end up as an intern working for Def Jam See you was never bad enough to battle with Canibus You out of luck, I crushed you the minute I got tatted up And every lie you told just added up cause you wasn't man enough To be fair, but I'm mad a **** and I've had enough Jack the ripper or I'ma rip the jacker Rape a rapper with a classic from his own masters You're dead [Verse 2] There's a rumor going around that I got dropped 200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop 300,000 albums were shipped, you do the math Thats 3 million in 3 months so kiss my ass All these magazines tried to steamroll me to death Guess what, the G.O.A.T. ain't platinum and neither is 'Clef And I'm still here, inspite of all that **** them niggaz said The skinny kid, the music industry's guinea pig Tighter then ever, world's chief mic recka Tougher then reverend run's mutha****in' leatha I'm hardcore, cum shot right in your wife's face You soft porn, you held hands on the first date See when you was making records like I need love Your homie Cornell was givin' it to you up the butt Plus I heard Simone was the high school slut And she learned how to **** before she knew how to cuss Nigga you're dead [Verse 3] You married a slut and had kids with her to cover up your hustle You and your man Russell made a better couple Your probably mad as ****, wondering where I got the information from Your being watched even when you take a dump Its impossible to front, you can't hide The chairs at your label got ears and the walls got eyes Your living one big lie the world just don't know You take a polygraph test that **** would probably explode The truth is mr. smith you got a ****ed up attitude God knows that I pitty your fans for backing you Yo, this be the realest **** I ever wrote You should change your mutha****in' name from G.O.A.T. to G.L.O.A.T. The Greatest Liar Of All Time that cannot rhyme That cannot shine as long as I'm alive Your prime ended 8 months before '99 And that microphone on your arm will always be mine Nigga you're dead [Verse 4] I told you to leave it alone, but you was too stubborn Now your in a world where the hunter becomes the hunted Your wife is scared cause she don't want to lose a husband And somebody keeps paging you putting 4321 in You can't sleep at night thinking about the drama **** stains all up in your phat farm pijamas Even f.u.b.u. gear looks hot until it touches you Probably because your father undoubtedly butt-****ed you Mama said knock who out? I'll punch that bitch in the mouth Cause she don't know what she talking about Ay yo, do me a favor when you see your ghostwriters Tell them the rhymes they wrote for you should have been a lot tighter You could have asked me, I'll write you some lines I'll do anything for the greatest loser of all time You still drippin' with wack juice 'cause you wack nigga If you want the last word you can have it, I'm still iller You're dead[/color] __________ [color=red]Back Where I Belong [adlib] Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack Yo, Yea, Check it ok, alright, huh ok [Verse 1] The other night I was up at Farmers, politican wit some bloods They told me "yo L, in the streets you aint gettin no Love And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth **** you talk about What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out Why you didn't answer back correctly, **** was that about?" as I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things about the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings been gone a long time, had a lot of **** on my mind I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat You hit a hot one in every city on the map And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap [Chorus][Ja Rule] It feels so good to be back Where I Belong The Streets is Where I Belong They Had me locked down much too long Hey Hey [Verse 2] Some Say "L that's cool, but see times have changed" Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range That gold **** is dead, niggas rock platinum chains Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne Hustling niggas found they way into the game Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics and force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bull**** Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album And Totally ****ed it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy, I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared, I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time I heard your second album, that **** is garbage too LL Cool J and I did this to you On that note he said "Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love And Drove off in the Lex Land [adlib] Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I'm sayin?, all that bull**** you was talking Dont mean ****, you finish now I'm still the man nigga the vanguard award is in my mother****in living room You know what I mean? come get that ****, ****, what MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga You Know what I'm sayin, this LL you know how I get down You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame but is this really what you want? 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