Buckingham Palace-Canibus

[00:00.000]Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace sellin' reefer [00:03.592]Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters [00:05.421]Getting so high that whenever I drop sh*t [00:07.667]It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit [00:10.358]Canibus with the hot sh*t, crazy eye clique [00:12.970]N*ggas is bloody idiots thinkin' they can stop this [00:15.321]I'll increase my strength to a superhuman extent [00:18.038]N*gga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence [00:19.919]And if you can hear, smell, see, touch and taste [00:22.348]Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face [00:24.960]From Brixton to Clapham Common [00:26.737]My lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin and murder n*ggas for rhyming [00:30.211]Spittin' fire with gasoline for saliva [00:32.431]As drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her [00:35.357]Alcohol in the hands of a minor [00:37.186]I got you panickin' like bombs with thirty second timers [00:39.929]Clear the building, evacuate women and children [00:42.436]F*ck what you feelin', n*gga, I came here to kill 'em [00:44.866]Straight sh*tting from New York to Great Britain [00:47.347]And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission [00:49.777]What? [00:50.299]When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [00:52.389]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [00:54.688]Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [00:57.326]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [00:58.815]Yo, yo, yo [00:59.416]Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death [01:02.185]Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without s*x [01:04.536]Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic [01:07.253]With more flavor than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered [01:09.708]I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet with no fear [01:12.764]Like them clothes white boys be wearin' [01:14.880]I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites [01:17.336]The m*rijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights [01:19.739]There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that [01:21.960]There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback [01:24.650]I'm strong, my word is Bond like James [01:26.844]N*ggas be tryin' to test but they weak like seven days [01:29.326]MC's run away when I kick it [01:31.311]They act so chicken, they should come with a large drink and a biscuit [01:34.551]My style's radioactive, massive, atomic [01:36.928]I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet [01:39.331]Breaking the facts of life down like Tootie, I'm raw like sushi [01:42.257]With more vocab than three f*cking Fugees [01:44.399]So recognize or be hospitalized [01:46.541]'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five [01:49.258]When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [01:51.739]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [01:53.855]Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [01:56.676]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [01:58.479]Yo, yo [01:58.949]A little bit of w**d and some Hennessy [02:01.431]Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy [02:03.886]See, I need much more energy then my enemies [02:06.995]If I wanna make more bills than Bellamy [02:09.137]So I could be on MTV [02:10.913]With women constantly telling me I resemble Billy Dee [02:13.865]I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene [02:16.477]Then when I'm on the scene, I do shows to get the green [02:18.880]Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine [02:21.258]For that thing on page forty-three in Jet Magazine [02:23.765]Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream [02:26.743]Swinging the guillotine [02:28.154]Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon [02:32.229]The brain remains conscious for ten seconds [02:34.110]Long enough for me to give you one last message [02:36.069]And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it [02:38.629]Don't ever get it confused [02:39.883]F*ckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove [02:43.462]Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed [02:45.839]Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew [02:48.320]From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruits, and foods [02:51.168]You got a album out? You get hit with your CD, too [02:53.597]Runnin' outside cryin', lyin', denyin' [02:56.000]That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got f*cked by him [02:58.534]What's the difference? Y'all n*ggas still ain't in lyrical fitness [03:01.016]Too busy mixin' your bidness with your b*tches [03:02.897]While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures [03:05.404]So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers [03:08.435]Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights [03:10.890]Sniffin' white, living the hype, he ruined his life [03:13.137]But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right [03:15.592]Make sure your sh*t is tight or I'ma snatch your mic, n*gga [03:18.596]When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [03:20.791]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [03:23.089]Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [03:25.780]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!)