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!
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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
