[Canibus]
Yo, I don't need no 2Pac budget to get 2Pac rugged. I get at you with nothing, fuck it. See the difference between me and you is I know what I'm up against and Im'ma still go in. I know y'all got money. I know y'all got sugar daddies in high places

Tell me something n***a. Do you know who McGregor Mathers is? You don't know McGregor Mathers is Elvis' grandfather? I only met Proof one time in 2000 on Elvis' tour bus in Syracuse, New York. The n***a stepped to his business with me in defense of Elvis cause he loved Elvis. We almost came to blows on that bus over how much this n***a loved Elvis. And all I did was tell Elvis the truth about how I wasn't comfortable with what he said with that "cancerous coulda respond back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus" shit. I done said it a million times that I felt it was an ambiguous line to say about somebody you claim you idolized, especially with all that shit I was dealing with. That's why when Clef told me Elvis was ghostwriting for L, I didn't even understand why the fuck Elvis came to my video set for "I Honor U", talking 'bout "I just want to do something with you, dog." Everybody and their momma in this music industry turned their back on me, A&R's, DJ's, artists, fans, everybody. Twelve albums later, n***as want to act like they don't know how much I love hip-hop, and what I stand for in hip-hop, and how I don't lay down for knowing justice is against the culture. The way I feel about this shit, it goes all the way back to betrayal because at the end of the day, n***as like you only give a fuck about yourself, and devil rewards you for selling out your own n***as, real talk

Let me ask you something, Royce. Why did the n***a that used to run with Proof real tough get on the phone and tell me "thank you" for holding them down cause DeShaun's family was starving? This was before I wrote my fucking verse for "Air Strike." He told me to throw Rosenberg under the bus. He told me wasn't nobody over there eating, none of the Holtons or D12, none of them. I couldn't even believe it. I didn't even write my verse for Air Strike and this n***a's telling me "thank you." 'Til this day, the only way I can rationalize it is to think with my heart and know that Proof was talking to me through this n***a, telling me "thank you", cause after "Air Strike" came out, Elvis and Rosenberg doubled back to feed Holton's family. Listen, I respect D12, but how can I tell them that? Why would they listen to me? They're not gon' bite the hand that feed them, so I made it easy for n***as. I lit the wick and they cut the fuse. I gave them the chance to tell the whole world the same shit Proof told me through his man. I gave them the chance to tell the world about how they really feel about Elvis pushing them to the side to sign Voltron 5. You will have to be blind, deaf, and numb not to see how them n***as must feel right now. I guarantee you after I said that line, y'all n***as came together like a team cause y'all had a common enemy, me. Recognize what's real, n***a. Stop talking about you don't want nobody dividing you when you ain't doing nothing for n***as any goddamn way. It's fucked up cause Crook is a real n***a, and Ortiz is cool too, but you're the one that's trying to divide n***as. How you're gon' do a HRSMN record without me on it, motherfucker?

You so gangster? The fuck you're doing on Twitter talking to some fake ass account anyway? You don't think I know what's going on? You think I don't know what the fuck is going on? You think I don't know Elvis got the whole hip-hop industry on payroll, including you? How easy is it to read between those lines? I ain't seen near one site confirm what the real Canibus Twitter is. They just keep repeating the fake Twitter account to fuck me around instead of trying to rectify the problem, so when you do the HRSMN record without me on the shit, everybody gon' think I did it to myself. Wow, genius, huh? Act like you know, n***a. Canibus don't need no Twitter to tell you what the fuck he feeling, n***a. I mastered my pen and I mastered these rhymes. Go make some fucking music and stop typing into a freaking machine

I won the whole hip hop franchise in '98 when I started my album up with a dial-up modem. I was the first MC with a website. All of a sudden, nobody in the first-world country could function without technology, but instead of n***as using this shit to be more real, they used the smoke and mirrors to make us antagonize each other with the exponential ability to brainwash the entire hip-hop generation to turn their backs on the champions of the culture, to isolate and alienate the artists who the media has purposefully blackballed, like yours truly

You know what, I'm done, man. Fuck you, Royce. You don't give a fuck about hip-hop, man. How you gon' call yourself a lyricist and disrespect me? Keep doing what your master tell you to do, 'cause there's always a company that's gon' buy you that number one spot for selling that watered-down bullshit until they switch you out. And check this out, all that weapon talk, yada yada, tell them super security n***as to teach you how to disassemble, clean, and reassemble your shit if you're trying to get funky like that, n***a