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Canibus - Buckingham palace



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   [Canibus]
  Aiyyo 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"
  Niggaz 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 niggaz 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: Canibus (and crowd)
  
  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..
  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 Bond like James
  Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days
  MC's 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 him
  What's the difference? Y'all niggaz 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'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!
  
  Chorus
  




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