Yo, I'm a let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals over mine
That's a bitch move, something that a homo rapper would do
So when ya say that ya platinum, youre only droppin' clues
I studied ya 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
Ya walk around showin' off ya body cuz it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cuz I kick that shit real niggas feel
While 99% of ya fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay Z
Now ya wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin' with wack juice and ya can't get it off
You better be prepared to finish what you started nigga
Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve, or I'm a take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you somersault
Shock ya with a couple hundred thousand raw thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now ya wanna talk
It's about who strikes hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life
Cuz the greatest rapper of all time died on September 13
(March 9th)
God bless his soul, rest in peace kid
It's because of him, now at least I know what beef is
That's not what I would call this, see this is something different
A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin'
Somebody that he gotta know is better than him
But he's feelin' himself cuz he got more cheddar than him
Well let me tell you somethin', you might have more cash than me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if ya really wanna show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on ya 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 ya arm, kick you in the groin
Stick ya for your Vanguard award in front of ya Moms
Ya first, second and third born
Make ya wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan
So he can 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 on 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 shit
And thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it
Fuck that, cuz like Common and Cube, I see the bitch in you
And I'm a make the world see it too, mothafucka - Second Round KO
I wasn't gonna post this one cuz EVERYBODY know sthis one, but I was just listening to it and remembered how good it was, he destroyed LL (Although LL's line "99% of ya fans don't exist" made me laugh, cuz unfortunately, it seems to be true