Buckingham Palace Lyrics

Buckingham Palace lyrics

[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 sh*t 
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 
f**k 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 f**kin 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, f**kin 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 f**ked by him 
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness 
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bit*hes 
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 sh*t is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga! 
 
Chorus