Canibus - The Ballad (Eminem Diss) lyrics
[Canibus - The Ballad Eminem Diss lyrics]
"Canibus, Canibus"
"Fuckin' with Canibus, fuckin' with Canibus"
I'm about eight thousand miles away from home
Thinking about the throne I got
My eyes fixated on i just put an ad in The
Source to cause a little controversy
Came from doing a concert out
In Jersey last Thursday
A kid said Eminem wanted to hurt me
He called my name out more than a
Few times and tried to embarrass me
His rhyme was very weak
I didn't know he had words for me
I bet he's probably never even heard of me
Ever since I met Stan
He took me kinda personally
It didn't even occur to me
He was involved personally
With Stan earlier than me
Now he's perturbed at me
I seen him on the street last
Week he cursed at me
He told me him and D12 were gonna murder me
And anytime that I'm ready that he's
Got a verse for me
Damn, I didn't know he was
That thirsty for me
I guess he ain't the only
Emcee that's nervous of me
There ain't a person in the game
With more courage than me
From France to Germany
They call me the merchant of beef
What you want, yo? Red or white meat?
Meet me in Petty
I'm with JRU and sightseeing
And man I got a nice feeling
I'm working on my fourth album and now that I
Think about it I've had a tight career
Haven't I made it quite clear? Lyrically
I'll always be right here
And nobody can snatch my mic here
Rip the Jacker was a nightmare
Jack the Ripper truly reminds me of him
And I don't really like that
What type of a life is that?
It's like Anthony Hopkins giving
Norman Bates a nightcap
Damn, I can write raps, I'm good at it
Ain't I? Niggas call my name out
'cause they want the mic back
But, I raise the price so high that in fact
The market is collapsin'
Niggas don't know how to act
I guess the world's chaos is
Spinning over the raps
They make you sign a contract
And con you out of your tracks
Don't act like you don't know, Bis
The man with the organic tongue
And the golden spit i left you frozen stiff
With molten Aluminum and molded tip
I'll pierce a hole through a brick
You know I can Rip say give me five
I'll show you six quicker than you can blink
Probably quicker than you can think
As quick as ink drives
My rhymes are contagious like pink eye
The hypnotize you to dickride
I'm Illmatic like Nas and
Stillmatic like Escobar
No, I'm not still at it with Todd
Don't blame me, it ain't my fault
It never was
Before I even knew him, I already had a buzz
But that was then, and this is now
Bis been ripping in down since
The day he came out
See, I've been there, done that
I don't even have to make a comeback
I move over to France where the love's at
Become a bureaucrat and start cutbacks
Create a cure for AIDS with a device
That connects to the nut sack
Capable of altering a man's blood pattern
Humanitarians will love that
I start a label with other acts
Get a couple plaques
And completely cover the map
Before I come back
I wanna give Alicia Keys a kiss
Compose a ballad and just make
Her fiend for Bis
I'm an extremist, when I'm on some MC shit
And after this
You could never not believe in Bis
Terry Stone, UK clique, keeping it thick
Use my name, motherfuckers
When you speaking to Bis
"Fuckin' with Canibus, fuckin' with Canibus"
I'm about eight thousand miles away from home
Thinking about the throne I got
My eyes fixated on i just put an ad in The
Source to cause a little controversy
Came from doing a concert out
In Jersey last Thursday
A kid said Eminem wanted to hurt me
He called my name out more than a
Few times and tried to embarrass me
His rhyme was very weak
I didn't know he had words for me
I bet he's probably never even heard of me
Ever since I met Stan
He took me kinda personally
It didn't even occur to me
He was involved personally
With Stan earlier than me
Now he's perturbed at me
I seen him on the street last
Week he cursed at me
He told me him and D12 were gonna murder me
And anytime that I'm ready that he's
Got a verse for me
Damn, I didn't know he was
That thirsty for me
I guess he ain't the only
Emcee that's nervous of me
There ain't a person in the game
With more courage than me
From France to Germany
They call me the merchant of beef
What you want, yo? Red or white meat?
Meet me in Petty
I'm with JRU and sightseeing
And man I got a nice feeling
I'm working on my fourth album and now that I
Think about it I've had a tight career
Haven't I made it quite clear? Lyrically
I'll always be right here
And nobody can snatch my mic here
Rip the Jacker was a nightmare
Jack the Ripper truly reminds me of him
And I don't really like that
What type of a life is that?
It's like Anthony Hopkins giving
Norman Bates a nightcap
Damn, I can write raps, I'm good at it
Ain't I? Niggas call my name out
'cause they want the mic back
But, I raise the price so high that in fact
The market is collapsin'
Niggas don't know how to act
I guess the world's chaos is
Spinning over the raps
They make you sign a contract
And con you out of your tracks
Don't act like you don't know, Bis
The man with the organic tongue
And the golden spit i left you frozen stiff
With molten Aluminum and molded tip
I'll pierce a hole through a brick
You know I can Rip say give me five
I'll show you six quicker than you can blink
Probably quicker than you can think
As quick as ink drives
My rhymes are contagious like pink eye
The hypnotize you to dickride
I'm Illmatic like Nas and
Stillmatic like Escobar
No, I'm not still at it with Todd
Don't blame me, it ain't my fault
It never was
Before I even knew him, I already had a buzz
But that was then, and this is now
Bis been ripping in down since
The day he came out
See, I've been there, done that
I don't even have to make a comeback
I move over to France where the love's at
Become a bureaucrat and start cutbacks
Create a cure for AIDS with a device
That connects to the nut sack
Capable of altering a man's blood pattern
Humanitarians will love that
I start a label with other acts
Get a couple plaques
And completely cover the map
Before I come back
I wanna give Alicia Keys a kiss
Compose a ballad and just make
Her fiend for Bis
I'm an extremist, when I'm on some MC shit
And after this
You could never not believe in Bis
Terry Stone, UK clique, keeping it thick
Use my name, motherfuckers
When you speaking to Bis