Buckingham Palace                  
             
Verse 1: 

Yo, Yo, Aye Yo! 
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace, selling reefer 
Puffing a challice 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' 
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 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 Princeton, to Clapham Common 
my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin 
and murder niggaz 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 

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 Halley'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 

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 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 Rubix 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 
 
 


             
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