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SINGER: Canibus
SONG:Buckingham Palace
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 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. 'cuz 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
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