[{"id":32076352,"name":"Buckingham Palace","trackName":"Buckingham Palace","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Can-I-Bus","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\nPuffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\nGetting so high that whenever I drop shit\nIt'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\nCanibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\nNiggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\nI'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\nNigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n\nAnd if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\nThen you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\nFrom Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\nLike Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\nSpitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\nAs drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\nAlcohol in the hands of a minor\nI got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n\nClear the building, evacuate women and children\nFuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\nStraight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\nAnd when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\nYo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\nI go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\nWith \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\nI'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\nI'm strong, my word is Bond like James\nNiggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\nMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit\nMy style's radioactive, massive atomic\nI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\nBreaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\nWith more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\nSo recognize or be hospitalized\n'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\nYo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy\nSee I need much more energy than my enemies\nIf I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\nSo I could be on MTV with women constantly\nTelling me I resemble Billy Dee\nI make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\nThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\nThen I take the green, buy a automobile machine\nFor that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\nSwinging the guillotine\n'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\nThe brain remains conscious for ten seconds\nLong enough for me to give you one last message\nAnd when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\nDon't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\nThe human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\nGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\nFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\nYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\nRunning outside, crying, lying, denying\nThat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\nWhat's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\nToo busy mixing your business with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\nSniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\nMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\n[00:03.55] Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\n[00:05.76] Getting so high that whenever I drop shit\n[00:07.70] It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\n[00:10.57] Canibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\n[00:13.13] Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\n[00:15.60] I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\n[00:18.17] Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n[00:20.25] And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\n[00:22.62] Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\n[00:25.30] From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\n[00:27.95] Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\n[00:30.41] Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\n[00:32.57] As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\n[00:35.72] Alcohol in the hands of a minor\n[00:37.46] I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n[00:40.38] Clear the building, evacuate women and children\n[00:42.79] Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\n[00:45.17] Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\n[00:47.50] And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n[00:50.03] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:52.61] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[00:54.51] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:57.48] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n[00:58.90] Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n[01:02.35] Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n[01:04.95] Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n[01:07.25] With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n[01:10.05] I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n[01:12.38] With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n[01:14.73] I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n[01:17.42] The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n[01:20.03] There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n[01:22.28] There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n[01:24.93] I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n[01:27.20] Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n[01:29.62] MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n[01:32.63] They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n[01:34.58] My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n[01:37.17] I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n[01:39.65] Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n[01:42.29] With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n[01:44.73] So recognize or be hospitalized\n[01:46.77] 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n[01:49.36] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:51.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:54.13] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:56.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:58.54] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n[02:01.70] Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n[02:04.26] See I need much more energy than my enemies\n[02:07.27] If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n[02:09.51] So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n[02:12.29] Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n[02:14.15] I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n[02:16.51] Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n[02:19.03] Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n[02:21.41] For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n[02:24.17] Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n[02:27.09] Swinging the guillotine\n[02:28.49] 'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n[02:31.99] The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n[02:33.92] Long enough for me to give you one last message\n[02:36.23] And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n[02:38.88] Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n[02:41.25] The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n[02:43.65] Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n[02:46.10] Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n[02:48.69] From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n[02:51.42] You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n[02:53.98] Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n[02:56.15] That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n[02:58.42] What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n[03:00.91] Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n[03:03.02] While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n[03:05.79] So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n[03:08.67] Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n[03:10.95] Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n[03:13.34] But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n[03:15.71] Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n[03:18.45] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:21.00] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[03:23.28] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:25.96] Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\n  Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n  See I need much more energy than my enemies\n  If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n  So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n  Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n  I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n  Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\n  Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n  For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n  Swinging the guillotine\n  'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n  The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message\n  And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\n  Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n  The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n  Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n  From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n  You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n  Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n  That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\n  What's the difference? 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Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\nYo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\nI go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\nWith \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\nI'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\nI'm strong, my word is Bond like James\nNiggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\nMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit\nMy style's radioactive, massive atomic\nI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\nBreaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\nWith more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\nSo recognize or be hospitalized\n'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\nYo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy\nSee I need much more energy than my enemies\nIf I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\nSo I could be on MTV with women constantly\nTelling me I resemble Billy Dee\nI make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\nThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\nThen I take the green, buy a automobile machine\nFor that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\nSwinging the guillotine\n'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\nThe brain remains conscious for ten seconds\nLong enough for me to give you one last message\nAnd when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\nDon't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\nThe human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\nGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\nFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\nYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\nRunning outside, crying, lying, denying\nThat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\nWhat's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\nToo busy mixing your business with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\nSniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\nMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\n[00:03.55] Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\n[00:05.76] Getting so high that whenever I drop shit\n[00:07.70] It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\n[00:10.57] Canibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\n[00:13.13] Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\n[00:15.60] I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\n[00:18.17] Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n[00:20.25] And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\n[00:22.62] Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\n[00:25.30] From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\n[00:27.95] Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\n[00:30.41] Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\n[00:32.57] As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\n[00:35.72] Alcohol in the hands of a minor\n[00:37.46] I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n[00:40.38] Clear the building, evacuate women and children\n[00:42.79] Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\n[00:45.17] Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\n[00:47.50] And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n[00:50.03] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:52.61] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[00:54.51] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:57.48] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n[00:58.90] Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n[01:02.35] Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n[01:04.95] Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n[01:07.25] With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n[01:10.05] I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n[01:12.38] With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n[01:14.73] I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n[01:17.42] The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n[01:20.03] There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n[01:22.28] There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n[01:24.93] I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n[01:27.20] Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n[01:29.62] MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n[01:32.63] They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n[01:34.58] My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n[01:37.17] I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n[01:39.65] Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n[01:42.29] With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n[01:44.73] So recognize or be hospitalized\n[01:46.77] 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n[01:49.36] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:51.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:54.13] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:56.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:58.54] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n[02:01.70] Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n[02:04.26] See I need much more energy than my enemies\n[02:07.27] If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n[02:09.51] So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n[02:12.29] Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n[02:14.15] I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n[02:16.51] Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n[02:19.03] Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n[02:21.41] For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n[02:24.17] Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n[02:27.09] Swinging the guillotine\n[02:28.49] 'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n[02:31.99] The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n[02:33.92] Long enough for me to give you one last message\n[02:36.23] And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n[02:38.88] Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n[02:41.25] The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n[02:43.65] Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n[02:46.10] Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n[02:48.69] From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n[02:51.42] You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n[02:53.98] Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n[02:56.15] That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n[02:58.42] What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n[03:00.91] Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n[03:03.02] While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n[03:05.79] So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n[03:08.67] Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n[03:10.95] Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n[03:13.34] But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n[03:15.71] Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n[03:18.45] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:21.00] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[03:23.28] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:25.96] Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\n  Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n  See I need much more energy than my enemies\n  If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n  So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n  Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n  I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n  Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\n  Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n  For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n  Swinging the guillotine\n  'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n  The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message\n  And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\n  Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n  The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n  Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n  From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n  You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n  Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n  That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\n  What's the difference? 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Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\nYo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\nI go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\nWith \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\nI'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\nI'm strong, my word is Bond like James\nNiggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\nMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit\nMy style's radioactive, massive atomic\nI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\nBreaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\nWith more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\nSo recognize or be hospitalized\n'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\nYo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy\nSee I need much more energy than my enemies\nIf I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\nSo I could be on MTV with women constantly\nTelling me I resemble Billy Dee\nI make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\nThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\nThen I take the green, buy a automobile machine\nFor that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\nSwinging the guillotine\n'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\nThe brain remains conscious for ten seconds\nLong enough for me to give you one last message\nAnd when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\nDon't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\nThe human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\nGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\nFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\nYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\nRunning outside, crying, lying, denying\nThat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\nWhat's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\nToo busy mixing your business with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\nSniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\nMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\n[00:03.55] Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\n[00:05.76] Getting so high that whenever I drop shit\n[00:07.70] It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\n[00:10.57] Canibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\n[00:13.13] Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\n[00:15.60] I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\n[00:18.17] Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n[00:20.25] And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\n[00:22.62] Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\n[00:25.30] From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\n[00:27.95] Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\n[00:30.41] Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\n[00:32.57] As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\n[00:35.72] Alcohol in the hands of a minor\n[00:37.46] I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n[00:40.38] Clear the building, evacuate women and children\n[00:42.79] Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\n[00:45.17] Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\n[00:47.50] And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n[00:50.03] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:52.61] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[00:54.51] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:57.48] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n[00:58.90] Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n[01:02.35] Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n[01:04.95] Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n[01:07.25] With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n[01:10.05] I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n[01:12.38] With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n[01:14.73] I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n[01:17.42] The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n[01:20.03] There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n[01:22.28] There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n[01:24.93] I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n[01:27.20] Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n[01:29.62] MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n[01:32.63] They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n[01:34.58] My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n[01:37.17] I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n[01:39.65] Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n[01:42.29] With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n[01:44.73] So recognize or be hospitalized\n[01:46.77] 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n[01:49.36] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:51.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:54.13] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:56.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:58.54] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n[02:01.70] Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n[02:04.26] See I need much more energy than my enemies\n[02:07.27] If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n[02:09.51] So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n[02:12.29] Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n[02:14.15] I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n[02:16.51] Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n[02:19.03] Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n[02:21.41] For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n[02:24.17] Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n[02:27.09] Swinging the guillotine\n[02:28.49] 'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n[02:31.99] The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n[02:33.92] Long enough for me to give you one last message\n[02:36.23] And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n[02:38.88] Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n[02:41.25] The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n[02:43.65] Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n[02:46.10] Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n[02:48.69] From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n[02:51.42] You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n[02:53.98] Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n[02:56.15] That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n[02:58.42] What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n[03:00.91] Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n[03:03.02] While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n[03:05.79] So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n[03:08.67] Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n[03:10.95] Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n[03:13.34] But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n[03:15.71] Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n[03:18.45] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:21.00] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[03:23.28] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:25.96] Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\n  Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n  See I need much more energy than my enemies\n  If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n  So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n  Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n  I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n  Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\n  Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n  For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n  Swinging the guillotine\n  'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n  The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message\n  And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\n  Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n  The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n  Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n  From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n  You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n  Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n  That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\n  What's the difference? 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Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\nYo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\nI go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\nWith \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\nI'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\nI'm strong, my word is Bond like James\nNiggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\nMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit\nMy style's radioactive, massive atomic\nI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\nBreaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\nWith more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\nSo recognize or be hospitalized\n'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\nYo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy\nSee I need much more energy than my enemies\nIf I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\nSo I could be on MTV with women constantly\nTelling me I resemble Billy Dee\nI make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\nThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\nThen I take the green, buy a automobile machine\nFor that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\nSwinging the guillotine\n'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\nThe brain remains conscious for ten seconds\nLong enough for me to give you one last message\nAnd when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\nDon't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\nThe human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\nGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\nFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\nYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\nRunning outside, crying, lying, denying\nThat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\nWhat's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\nToo busy mixing your business with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\nSniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\nMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\n[00:03.55] Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\n[00:05.76] Getting so high that whenever I drop shit\n[00:07.70] It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\n[00:10.57] Canibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\n[00:13.13] Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\n[00:15.60] I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\n[00:18.17] Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n[00:20.25] And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\n[00:22.62] Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\n[00:25.30] From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\n[00:27.95] Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\n[00:30.41] Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\n[00:32.57] As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\n[00:35.72] Alcohol in the hands of a minor\n[00:37.46] I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n[00:40.38] Clear the building, evacuate women and children\n[00:42.79] Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\n[00:45.17] Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\n[00:47.50] And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n[00:50.03] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:52.61] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[00:54.51] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:57.48] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n[00:58.90] Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n[01:02.35] Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n[01:04.95] Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n[01:07.25] With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n[01:10.05] I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n[01:12.38] With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n[01:14.73] I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n[01:17.42] The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n[01:20.03] There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n[01:22.28] There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n[01:24.93] I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n[01:27.20] Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n[01:29.62] MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n[01:32.63] They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n[01:34.58] My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n[01:37.17] I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n[01:39.65] Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n[01:42.29] With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n[01:44.73] So recognize or be hospitalized\n[01:46.77] 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n[01:49.36] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:51.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:54.13] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:56.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:58.54] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n[02:01.70] Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n[02:04.26] See I need much more energy than my enemies\n[02:07.27] If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n[02:09.51] So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n[02:12.29] Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n[02:14.15] I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n[02:16.51] Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n[02:19.03] Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n[02:21.41] For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n[02:24.17] Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n[02:27.09] Swinging the guillotine\n[02:28.49] 'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n[02:31.99] The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n[02:33.92] Long enough for me to give you one last message\n[02:36.23] And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n[02:38.88] Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n[02:41.25] The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n[02:43.65] Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n[02:46.10] Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n[02:48.69] From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n[02:51.42] You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n[02:53.98] Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n[02:56.15] That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n[02:58.42] What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n[03:00.91] Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n[03:03.02] While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n[03:05.79] So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n[03:08.67] Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n[03:10.95] Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n[03:13.34] But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n[03:15.71] Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n[03:18.45] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:21.00] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[03:23.28] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:25.96] Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\n  Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n  See I need much more energy than my enemies\n  If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n  So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n  Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n  I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n  Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\n  Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n  For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n  Swinging the guillotine\n  'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n  The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message\n  And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\n  Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n  The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n  Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n  From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n  You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n  Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n  That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\n  What's the difference? 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Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\nYo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\nI go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\nWith \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\nI'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\nI'm strong, my word is Bond like James\nNiggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\nMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit\nMy style's radioactive, massive atomic\nI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\nBreaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\nWith more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\nSo recognize or be hospitalized\n'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\nYo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy\nSee I need much more energy than my enemies\nIf I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\nSo I could be on MTV with women constantly\nTelling me I resemble Billy Dee\nI make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\nThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\nThen I take the green, buy a automobile machine\nFor that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\nSwinging the guillotine\n'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\nThe brain remains conscious for ten seconds\nLong enough for me to give you one last message\nAnd when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\nDon't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\nThe human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\nGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\nFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\nYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\nRunning outside, crying, lying, denying\nThat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\nWhat's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\nToo busy mixing your business with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\nSniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\nMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\n[00:03.55] Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\n[00:05.76] Getting so high that whenever I drop shit\n[00:07.70] It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\n[00:10.57] Canibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\n[00:13.13] Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\n[00:15.60] I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\n[00:18.17] Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n[00:20.25] And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\n[00:22.62] Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\n[00:25.30] From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\n[00:27.95] Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\n[00:30.41] Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\n[00:32.57] As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\n[00:35.72] Alcohol in the hands of a minor\n[00:37.46] I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n[00:40.38] Clear the building, evacuate women and children\n[00:42.79] Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\n[00:45.17] Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\n[00:47.50] And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n[00:50.03] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:52.61] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[00:54.51] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:57.48] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n[00:58.90] Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n[01:02.35] Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n[01:04.95] Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n[01:07.25] With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n[01:10.05] I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n[01:12.38] With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n[01:14.73] I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n[01:17.42] The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n[01:20.03] There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n[01:22.28] There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n[01:24.93] I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n[01:27.20] Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n[01:29.62] MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n[01:32.63] They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n[01:34.58] My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n[01:37.17] I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n[01:39.65] Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n[01:42.29] With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n[01:44.73] So recognize or be hospitalized\n[01:46.77] 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n[01:49.36] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:51.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:54.13] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:56.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:58.54] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n[02:01.70] Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n[02:04.26] See I need much more energy than my enemies\n[02:07.27] If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n[02:09.51] So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n[02:12.29] Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n[02:14.15] I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n[02:16.51] Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n[02:19.03] Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n[02:21.41] For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n[02:24.17] Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n[02:27.09] Swinging the guillotine\n[02:28.49] 'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n[02:31.99] The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n[02:33.92] Long enough for me to give you one last message\n[02:36.23] And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n[02:38.88] Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n[02:41.25] The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n[02:43.65] Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n[02:46.10] Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n[02:48.69] From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n[02:51.42] You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n[02:53.98] Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n[02:56.15] That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n[02:58.42] What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n[03:00.91] Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n[03:03.02] While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n[03:05.79] So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n[03:08.67] Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n[03:10.95] Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n[03:13.34] But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n[03:15.71] Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n[03:18.45] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:21.00] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[03:23.28] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:25.96] Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\n  Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n  See I need much more energy than my enemies\n  If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n  So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n  Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n  I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n  Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\n  Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n  For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n  Swinging the guillotine\n  'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n  The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message\n  And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\n  Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n  The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n  Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n  From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n  You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n  Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n  That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\n  What's the difference? 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Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\nYo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\nI go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\nWith \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\nI'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\nI'm strong, my word is Bond like James\nNiggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\nMC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit\nMy style's radioactive, massive atomic\nI plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\nBreaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\nWith more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\nSo recognize or be hospitalized\n'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\nYo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy\nSee I need much more energy than my enemies\nIf I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\nSo I could be on MTV with women constantly\nTelling me I resemble Billy Dee\nI make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\nThen when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\nThen I take the green, buy a automobile machine\nFor that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\nSwinging the guillotine\n'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\nThe brain remains conscious for ten seconds\nLong enough for me to give you one last message\nAnd when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\nDon't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\nThe human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\nGet everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\nFrom Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\nYou got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\nRunning outside, crying, lying, denying\nThat you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\nWhat's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\nToo busy mixing your business with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\nSniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\nMake sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\nWhen I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\nYo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCan-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer\n[00:03.55] Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters\n[00:05.76] Getting so high that whenever I drop shit\n[00:07.70] It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit\n[00:10.57] Canibus with the hot shit, \"Crazy I Click\"\n[00:13.13] Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this\n[00:15.60] I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent\n[00:18.17] Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence\n[00:20.25] And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste\n[00:22.62] Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face\n[00:25.30] From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe\n[00:27.95] Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming\n[00:30.41] Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva\n[00:32.57] As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her\n[00:35.72] Alcohol in the hands of a minor\n[00:37.46] I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers\n[00:40.38] Clear the building, evacuate women and children\n[00:42.79] Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them\n[00:45.17] Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain\n[00:47.50] And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!\n[00:50.03] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:52.61] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[00:54.51] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[00:57.48] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n[00:58.90] Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n[01:02.35] Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n[01:04.95] Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n[01:07.25] With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n[01:10.05] I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n[01:12.38] With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n[01:14.73] I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n[01:17.42] The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n[01:20.03] There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n[01:22.28] There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n[01:24.93] I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n[01:27.20] Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n[01:29.62] MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n[01:32.63] They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n[01:34.58] My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n[01:37.17] I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n[01:39.65] Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n[01:42.29] With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n[01:44.73] So recognize or be hospitalized\n[01:46.77] 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n[01:49.36] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:51.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:54.13] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[01:56.95] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[01:58.54] Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n[02:01.70] Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n[02:04.26] See I need much more energy than my enemies\n[02:07.27] If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n[02:09.51] So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n[02:12.29] Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n[02:14.15] I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n[02:16.51] Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n[02:19.03] Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n[02:21.41] For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n[02:24.17] Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n[02:27.09] Swinging the guillotine\n[02:28.49] 'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n[02:31.99] The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n[02:33.92] Long enough for me to give you one last message\n[02:36.23] And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n[02:38.88] Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n[02:41.25] The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n[02:43.65] Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n[02:46.10] Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n[02:48.69] From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n[02:51.42] You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n[02:53.98] Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n[02:56.15] That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n[02:58.42] What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n[03:00.91] Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n[03:03.02] While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n[03:05.79] So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n[03:08.67] Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n[03:10.95] Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n[03:13.34] But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n[03:15.71] Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n[03:18.45] When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:21.00] Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n[03:23.28] Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n[03:25.96] Can-I (bus!) 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Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)\n\n  Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death\n  Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex\n  Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n  With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered\n  I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet\n  With \"No Fear\", like them clothes white boys be wearing\n  I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n  The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights\n\n  There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that\n  There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback\n  I'm strong, my word is Bond like James\n  Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days\n  MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken\n  They should come with a large drink and a biscuit\n  My style's radioactive, massive atomic\n  I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet\n\n  Breaking the \"Facts of Life\" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi\n  With more \"vocab\", than three fucking Fugees\n  So recognize or be hospitalized\n  'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25\n\n  When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n\n  Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy\n  See I need much more energy than my enemies\n  If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy\n  So I could be on MTV with women constantly\n  Telling me I resemble Billy Dee\n  I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene\n  Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green\n\n  Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine\n  For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream\n  Swinging the guillotine\n  'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon\n  The brain remains conscious for ten seconds\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message\n  And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it\n\n  Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus\n  The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed\n  Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew\n  From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods\n  You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too\n  Running outside, crying, lying, denying\n  That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him\n\n  What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness\n  Too busy mixing your business with your bitches\n  While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n  So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n  Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'\n  Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life\n  But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right\n  Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!\n\n  When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n  Yo, when I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)\n"},{"id":12065970,"name":"Buckingham Palace (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Buckingham Palace (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Can-i-bus","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1:\nYo  Yo  Aye Yo!\nI stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace  selling reefer\nPuffing a challis with the beef eaters.\nGettin' so high that whenever I drop shit\nIt'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit.\nCanibus with the hot shit  \"Crazy I. Click\"\nNiggas is bloody idiots thinkin' that they can stop this.\nI'll increase my strength  to a super human extent\nNigga your rhyme ain't worth six pence.\nAnd if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....\nThen you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face.\n>From Princeton, to ????? my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin,\nAnd murder niggas for rhymin'. Spittin fire....\nWith gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver with\nreporters\nBehind her. Alcohol in the hands of\nA minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.\nClear the building, evacuate women and children....\nFuck what you feelin' nigga I came here to kill 'em.\nStraight shittin', from New York to Great Britain,\nAnd when we do shows we make the queen pay admission\nWhat!\nChorus:\nCanibus: When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCanibus: Can-I\nCrowd: Bus\nCanibus: Can-I\nCrowd: Bus\nCanibus: When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\nCanibus: Can-I\nCrowd: Bus\nCanibus: Can-I\nCrowd: Bus\nVerse 2:\nYo, Yo\nPrepare for the worst. This next verse is the face of death\nMe without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex,\nIllmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\nWith more flavor then skittles when not digitally mastered.\nI go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with \"No Fear\"\nLike them clothes white boys be wearing.\nI'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\nThe marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights.\nThere ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that.\nThere ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback.\nI'm strong my word is \"Bond\" like James,\nNiggas be tryin' to test but they \"week\" like 7 days.\nMC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken\nThey should come with a large drink and a biscuit.\nMy styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth\nIn Front of Haley's comet. Breaking the \"Facts Of Life\" down\nLike Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then\nThree fucking Fugees. So recognize or be hospitalized\nBecause lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!\nChorus:\nVerse 3:\nYo, Yo,\nA little bit of weed and some hennesy,\nGot me ready to set it with kinetic energy.\nSee I need much more energy then my enemies\nIf I want to make more Bill's then Bellamy.\nSo I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me,\nI resemble Billy D. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene.\nAnd when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green.\nThen I take the green by a automobile machine, for\nThat thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.\nCanibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging the guillotine.\n'cause whenever the head is severed from the human body\nWith a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10\nseconds.\nLong enough for me to give you one last message,\nAnd when you get to hell you can tell Lucifer I said it.\nDon't ever get it confused. Fuckin' with Canibus the human \"rubics\ncube\"\nLike you got something to prove.\nYo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed, and get everything\nIn the club thrown at you and your crew.\n>From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods, if you got a\nalbum\nOut you get hit with your CD too.\nRunnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't\nThe Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him.\nWhat's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness.\nToo busy mixing your business, with your bitches\nWhile I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\nSo wicked, I Satan ejaculating on his fingers\nLike Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights\nSniffin' white livin' the hype, he ruined his life.\nBut I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right.\nMake sure your shit is right, or I'm a snatch your mic.\nNigga!\nChorus to fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckingham Palace (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: Can-i-bus\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1:\n  Yo  Yo  Aye Yo!\n  I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace  selling reefer\n  Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.\n  Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit\n  It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit.\n  Canibus with the hot shit  \"Crazy I. Click\"\n  Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin' that they can stop this.\n  I'll increase my strength  to a super human extent\n  Nigga your rhyme ain't worth six pence.\n  And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....\n  Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face.\n  >From Princeton, to ????? my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin,\n  And murder niggas for rhymin'. Spittin fire....\n  With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver with\n  reporters\n  Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of\n  A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.\n  Clear the building, evacuate women and children....\n  Fuck what you feelin' nigga I came here to kill 'em.\n  Straight shittin', from New York to Great Britain,\n  And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission\n  What!\n  Chorus:\n  Canibus: When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Canibus: Can-I\n  Crowd: Bus\n  Canibus: Can-I\n  Crowd: Bus\n  Canibus: When I say \"Can-I\" you say \"Bus\"\n  Canibus: Can-I\n  Crowd: Bus\n  Canibus: Can-I\n  Crowd: Bus\n  Verse 2:\n  Yo, Yo\n  Prepare for the worst. This next verse is the face of death\n  Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex,\n  Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic\n  With more flavor then skittles when not digitally mastered.\n  I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with \"No Fear\"\n  Like them clothes white boys be wearing.\n  I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites\n  The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights.\n  There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that.\n  There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback.\n  I'm strong my word is \"Bond\" like James,\n  Niggas be tryin' to test but they \"week\" like 7 days.\n  MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken\n  They should come with a large drink and a biscuit.\n  My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth\n  In Front of Haley's comet. Breaking the \"Facts Of Life\" down\n  Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then\n  Three fucking Fugees. So recognize or be hospitalized\n  Because lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!\n  Chorus:\n  Verse 3:\n  Yo, Yo,\n  A little bit of weed and some hennesy,\n  Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy.\n  See I need much more energy then my enemies\n  If I want to make more Bill's then Bellamy.\n  So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me,\n  I resemble Billy D. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene.\n  And when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green.\n  Then I take the green by a automobile machine, for\n  That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.\n  Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging the guillotine.\n  'cause whenever the head is severed from the human body\n  With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10\n  seconds.\n  Long enough for me to give you one last message,\n  And when you get to hell you can tell Lucifer I said it.\n  Don't ever get it confused. Fuckin' with Canibus the human \"rubics\n  cube\"\n  Like you got something to prove.\n  Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed, and get everything\n  In the club thrown at you and your crew.\n  >From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods, if you got a\n  album\n  Out you get hit with your CD too.\n  Runnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't\n  The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him.\n  What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness.\n  Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches\n  While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures\n  So wicked, I Satan ejaculating on his fingers\n  Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights\n  Sniffin' white livin' the hype, he ruined his life.\n  But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right.\n  Make sure your shit is right, or I'm a snatch your mic.\n  Nigga!\n  Chorus to fade\n"}]