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Buckingham Palace
by Canibus
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Verse 1:
Yo Yo Aye Yo!
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer
Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.
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 six pence.
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 Princeton, to ????? my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin,
And murder niggas for rhymin'. Spittin fire....
With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building, 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: When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Verse 2:
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 not digitally mastered.
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with "No Fear"
Like them clothes white boys be wearing.
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,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days.
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit.
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth
In Front of Haley's comet. Breaking the "Facts Of Life" down
Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then
Three fucking Fugees. So recognize or be hospitalized
Because lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Yo, Yo,
A little bit of weed and some hennesy,
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy.
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I want to make more Bill's then Bellamy.
So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me,
I resemble Billy D. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene.
And when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green.
Then I take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging the guillotine.
'cause whenever the head is severed from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10
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 "rubics
cube"
Like you got something to prove.
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed, and get everything
In the club thrown at you and your crew.
>From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods, if you got a
album
Out you get hit with your CD too.
Runnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't
The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him.
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness.
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked, I Satan ejaculating 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 right, or I'm a snatch your mic.
Nigga!
Chorus to fade
Verse 1:
Yo Yo Aye Yo!
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer
Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.
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 six pence.
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 Princeton, to ????? my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin,
And murder niggas for rhymin'. Spittin fire....
With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building, 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: When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Verse 2:
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 not digitally mastered.
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with "No Fear"
Like them clothes white boys be wearing.
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,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days.
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit.
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth
In Front of Haley's comet. Breaking the "Facts Of Life" down
Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then
Three fucking Fugees. So recognize or be hospitalized
Because lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Yo, Yo,
A little bit of weed and some hennesy,
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy.
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I want to make more Bill's then Bellamy.
So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me,
I resemble Billy D. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene.
And when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green.
Then I take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging the guillotine.
'cause whenever the head is severed from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10
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 "rubics
cube"
Like you got something to prove.
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed, and get everything
In the club thrown at you and your crew.
>From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods, if you got a
album
Out you get hit with your CD too.
Runnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't
The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him.
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness.
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked, I Satan ejaculating 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 right, or I'm a snatch your mic.
Nigga!
Chorus to fade
