Canibus

Buckingham Palace

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[Canibus]
'Ey yo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer, puffin' the chalice with the Beefeaters.

Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit, it'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit.

Canibus, with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click". Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin' that they can stop this.

I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent, nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence.

And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste, then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face.

From Brixton to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggas for rhymin'.

Spittin' fire, with gasoline for saliva, as drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her.

Alcohol in the hands of a minor. I got you panickin' like bombs with 30 second timers.

Clear the buildin', evacuate women and children. Fuck what you feelin' nigga, I came here to kill 'em.

Straight shittin', from New York to Great Britain, and when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission. What?!

[Chorus]
When I say "Can-I", you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!), Can-I (BUS!)
Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!), Can-I (BUS!)

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, prepare for the worst. This next verse is the face of death. Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex.

Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic, with more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered.

I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet with no fear, like them clothes white boys be wearin'.

I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites. The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights.

There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that. There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback.

I'm strong, my word is 'bon' like James. Niggas be tryin' to test, but they 'week' like seven days.

MCs run away when I kick it. They act so chicken, they should come with a large drink and a biscuit.

My style's radioactive, massive, atomic. I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet.

Breakin' the facts of life down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab than three fuckin' Fugees.

So recognize, or be hospitalized, 'cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five.

[Chorus]

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey, got me ready to set it with kinetic energy.

See, I need much more energy then my enemies if I wanna make more bill's then Bellamy.

So I could be on MTV, with women constantly tellin' me I resemble Billy Dee.

I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene, then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green.

Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine, for that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine.

Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream, swingin' the guillotine.

'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for ten seconds.

Long enough for me to give you one last message, and when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it.

Don't ever get it confused, fuckin' with Canibus the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin' to prove.

Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed. Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew.

From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods. You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too.

Runnin' outside, cryin', lyin', denyin' that you ain't the gay rapper, but you got fucked by 'im.

What's the difference? Y'all niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness,
too busy mixin' your bid'ness with your bitches.

While I be in the lab composin' forbidden scriptures. So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin' on his fingers.

Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights, sniffin' white, livin' the hype, he ruined his life.

But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right. Make sure your shit is tight or I'mma snatch your mic, nigga.

[Chorus]