Some say, "L that's cool, but see times have changed"
nikkas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range
That gold shyt is dead, nikkas rock platinum chains
Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne
Hustling nikkas found they way into the game
Extorting all these so-called ballers with big names
And you gotta have a squad, 'cause running from Def ain't safe
I know you living good, but ain't 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 hitting his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece
While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshyt
Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album
And totally fukked it up, I coulda told ya I knew your mom's
From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada
With the dreads on a black block, before you dikk rode Lost Boyz
For a ticket out 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
Your A&R promotion nikkas, 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 fronting all this time
I heard your second album, that shyt 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
As a huge Canibus fan this hurts
And it hurts even know Canibus could flame broil that nikka 10000% hotter than the sun but didn't 
That cookie monster ass hook.