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Buckingham Palace
(专辑: Can-I-Bus - 1998)
[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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