Wyclef Jean - Buckingham Palace lyrics

[Verse 1: Canibus] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters Getting so high that whenever I drop sh** It'll land on the window of your airplane co*kpit Canibus with the hot sh**, crazy eye clique n***as is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this I'll increase my strength to a super human extent n***a 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 n***as for rhyming Spitting fire with gasoline for saliva As 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 f** what you feeling n***a, I came here to k** 'em Straight sh**ting from New York to Great Britain And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission [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!) [Verse 2: Canibus] Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of d**h Me without lyrics is like a p**n flick without s** Illmatic, my lyrical sk**s are Jura**ic 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 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 n***as be trying 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, ma**ive atomic I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet Breaking the 'Facts of Life' down like Tootie, I'm raw like sushi With more Vocab than three f**ing Fugees So recognize or be hospitalized Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five Chorus [Verse 3: Canibus] A little bit of weed and some Hennessy 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 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 Swinging 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**ing with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will 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 Running outside crying, lying, denying That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got f**ed by him What's the difference? Y'all n***as still ain't in lyrical fitness Too busy mixing your business with your b**hes While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right Make sure your sh** is tight or I'ma snatch your mic, n***a! Chorus