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The Bad Seed - 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 shit
 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
 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 (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 The Bad Seed - Buckingham Palace - http://motolyrics.com/the-bad-seed/buckingham-palace-lyrics.html
 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 fuckin 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, fuckin 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 fucked by him
 What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
 Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitches
 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 shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!
Chorus








