They don't battle him because the people that you just named are commercial sale outs and are weak.. they are respected by peeps like you..
ICP was funny as hell, and eminem never said nothing funny about THEM. he lied and said that he shot paintballs at them.. Bis is better than jay-z and DMX anyway, why bring them up? Eminem also disrespects Pac by rappin over his tracks about some petty ass shit, plus he's white..
But Bis has already proven himself, he didn't ge ripped in Canibitch coz, he's not here to respond, plus Canibitch was a weak play off of Slick Rick which made no sense..

Canibus will always be better than that white boy..

PUT IT LIKE THIS, I BET AIN'T No BLACK DUDE GONNA SAY THAT EMINEM IS BETTER THAN BIS... ONLY YOU LOYAL ASS WHITE FANS LOVE YOUR GREAT WHITE HOPE... HE'S TRASH, QUOTE FROM HIM.. "IF I WAS BLACK, I WOULDN'T OF SOLD HALF".. MEANING HALF AS MANY RECORDS.. he's not selling coz of talent ..SO GET A GRIP YA'LL, BIS IS THE ILLEST ALIVE....

PERIOD

no i disagree, em is better in battle and compare tracks em has better talent

Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight (haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Twank the shank ya whole style when I kank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pank
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I put packages every hour
to hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you're fuckin with me
I'm a self-made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurz
No point to calm her, we bringin drama to all you heard
Local check the scenario, Little Ceaze
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you box stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle sale or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
Tha's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Den everybody had to open their mouth for the motherfucker opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with
real
MC's
who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for life
but Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo
check
this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

[Kon Artis]
Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

[Kuniva]
Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed
with his chest open
Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale
on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop
Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
while my
sales
makin records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

[Proof]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

[Swifty]
What the fuck?! Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
and
stuff
him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart
D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door
Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur

[Eminem]
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures
Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country

Nuff Said...

Eminem for sure. Canibus is awesome, but he doesn't got the flow that Eminem posseses. It would be really close, but Eminem's awesome delivery and flow will carry him into winning.

thats a hard decision....both got good qualities...

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da truth your an idiot man...ll owned canibitch...i love bis but he got the fuck merk'd outta him...i guess that right there shows how much you know hip hop...please stop being racist or i'll have you banned...

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^YOU'RE AN IDIOT.. IT'S MY OPINION.. I THINK THAT cANIBUS IS BETTER.. WE'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE WHEN HE COMES BACK.. MARK MY WORDS.

you got a lot of hatred....check it, thats your opion, tight you be sayin what you think and all.... but you got some raceshit up in ya.... im white but that not y i like eminem... cause if thats tru why the fuck i even listen ta rap....why i stick up for luda...pac...do or die... need i say one more, shit???just tryin to make a point.. you gana hate on someones shit dont hate on them for their color. hate on their shit for lack of skills. nother thing... you gana sit there and tell me that 2.5 million of his records were sold just cause he white and only white people buyin his shit, when i read ya post thats the point it sound like you tryin to make.....

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datruth you wanna be banned...cause we don't need your wack skill on this site...or your racist bulll...well hmmm..

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^MY RECORD IS BETTER THEN YOURS!, I'M WHACK?

LMAO

I mean if you think that my skill is whack, we can battle to see who gets banned (you or me).. I'll merk you in a text, please..

And I'm not racist at all, you are assuming patna.. I even quoted Eminem himself when he said...

"let's do the math, if I was black, I wouldn't of sold half
I didn't have to graduate from Lincoln High School and all That
But fuck school i'm too cool to go back,
give me the mic show me where the fuckin studio's at"

so either battle me, or you can exit my thread, thank you..

haha your records the same as mine...21 and 4...so fuck off herb...i ain't ever seen your ass in elevated...fuck off...

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battle me^ nuff said

p.s my record is better

only battle in leagues anymore...cause i'm in like 5...

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excuses.. .. how dare you refuse a humble challenge.. such a shame