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Canibus ~ Buckingham Palace
| [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 more free lyrics |