Lirik Lagu Buckingham Palace - Canibus
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[Canibus]Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham PalaceSelling reefer, puffin the chalice with the BeefeatersGettin so high that whenever I drop shitit'll land on the window of your airplane cockpitCanibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop thisI'll increase my strength, to a super human extentNigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpenceAnd if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and tastethen you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the faceFrom Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europelike Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyminSpittin fire, with gasoline for salivaAs drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind herAlcohol in the hands of a minorI got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second timersClear the buildin, evacuate women and childrenFuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill emStraight shittin, from New York to Great BritainAnd 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 worstThis next verse is the face of deathMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sexIllmatic, my lyrical skills are JurassicWith more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally masteredI go off like a cannon and blow up the planetwith "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearinI'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bitesThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lightsThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe thatThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedbackI'm strong, my word is Bond like JamesNiggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven daysMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chickenthey should come with a large drink and a biscuitMy style's radioactive, massive atomicI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's CometBreakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushiwith more +Vocab+, than three fuckin FugeesSo recognize or be hospitalizedcause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five
Chorus
[Canibus]Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henesseygot me ready to set it with kinetic energySee I need much more energy then my enemiesIf I wanna make more Bill's then BellamySo I could be on MTVwith women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy DeeI make fly rhymes to get my name on the sceneThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the greenThen I take the green, buy a automobile machinefor that thing on page 43, in Jet MagazineCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dreamSwingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severedfrom the human body with a sharp enough weaponthe brain remains conscious for ten secondsLong enough for me to give you one last messageAnd when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said itDon't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibusthe human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to proveYo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booedGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crewFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foodsYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD tooRunnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyinthat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by himWhat's the difference?Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitnessToo busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitchesWhile I be in the lab composin forbidden scripturesSo wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingersLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his lifeBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's rightMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!
Chorus
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 worstThis next verse is the face of deathMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sexIllmatic, my lyrical skills are JurassicWith more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally masteredI go off like a cannon and blow up the planetwith "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearinI'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bitesThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lightsThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe thatThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedbackI'm strong, my word is Bond like JamesNiggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven daysMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chickenthey should come with a large drink and a biscuitMy style's radioactive, massive atomicI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's CometBreakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushiwith more +Vocab+, than three fuckin FugeesSo recognize or be hospitalizedcause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five
Chorus
[Canibus]Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henesseygot me ready to set it with kinetic energySee I need much more energy then my enemiesIf I wanna make more Bill's then BellamySo I could be on MTVwith women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy DeeI make fly rhymes to get my name on the sceneThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the greenThen I take the green, buy a automobile machinefor that thing on page 43, in Jet MagazineCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dreamSwingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severedfrom the human body with a sharp enough weaponthe brain remains conscious for ten secondsLong enough for me to give you one last messageAnd when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said itDon't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibusthe human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to proveYo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booedGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crewFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foodsYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD tooRunnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyinthat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by himWhat's the difference?Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitnessToo busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitchesWhile I be in the lab composin forbidden scripturesSo wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingersLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his lifeBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's rightMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!
Chorus
