作词 : G. Williams/Jerry Duplessis/Jerry "Te Bass" Duplesis 作曲 : G. Williams/Jerry Duplessis/Jerry "Te Bass" Duplesis Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace sellin' reefer Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters Getting so high that whenever I drop sh*t It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit Canibus with the hot sh*t, crazy eye clique N*ggas is bloody idiots thinkin' they can stop this I'll increase my strength to a superhuman extent N*gga, 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*ggas for rhyming Spittin' 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 panickin' like bombs with thirty second timers Clear the building, evacuate women and children F*ck what you feelin', n*gga, I came here to kill 'em Straight sh*tting from New York to Great Britain And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission What? 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!) Yo, yo, yo Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without s*x Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic With more flavor than 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 m*rijuana 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*ggas be tryin' to test but they weak 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 Breaking the facts of life down like Tootie, I'm raw like sushi With more vocab than three f*cking Fugees So recognize or be hospitalized 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five 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!) Yo, yo A little bit of w**d 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 bills than 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 forty-three 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*ckin' 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 Runnin' outside cryin', lyin', denyin' That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got f*cked by him What's the difference? Y'all n*ggas still ain't in lyrical fitness Too busy mixin' your bidness with your b*tches 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 Sniffin' 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*t is tight or I'ma snatch your mic, n*gga 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!)
[00:00.000] 作词 : G. Williams/Jerry Duplessis/Jerry "Te Bass" Duplesis [00:00.000] 作曲 : G. Williams/Jerry Duplessis/Jerry "Te Bass" Duplesis [00:00.000]Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace sellin' reefer [00:03.592]Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters [00:05.421]Getting so high that whenever I drop sh*t [00:07.667]It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit [00:10.358]Canibus with the hot sh*t, crazy eye clique [00:12.970]N*ggas is bloody idiots thinkin' they can stop this [00:15.321]I'll increase my strength to a superhuman extent [00:18.038]N*gga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence [00:19.919]And if you can hear, smell, see, touch and taste [00:22.348]Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face [00:24.960]From Brixton to Clapham Common [00:26.737]My lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin and murder n*ggas for rhyming [00:30.211]Spittin' fire with gasoline for saliva [00:32.431]As drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her [00:35.357]Alcohol in the hands of a minor [00:37.186]I got you panickin' like bombs with thirty second timers [00:39.929]Clear the building, evacuate women and children [00:42.436]F*ck what you feelin', n*gga, I came here to kill 'em [00:44.866]Straight sh*tting from New York to Great Britain [00:47.347]And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission [00:49.777]What? [00:50.299]When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [00:52.389]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [00:54.688]Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [00:57.326]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [00:58.815]Yo, yo, yo [00:59.416]Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death [01:02.185]Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without s*x [01:04.536]Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic [01:07.253]With more flavor than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered [01:09.708]I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet with no fear [01:12.764]Like them clothes white boys be wearin' [01:14.880]I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites [01:17.336]The m*rijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights [01:19.739]There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that [01:21.960]There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback [01:24.650]I'm strong, my word is Bond like James [01:26.844]N*ggas be tryin' to test but they weak like seven days [01:29.326]MC's run away when I kick it [01:31.311]They act so chicken, they should come with a large drink and a biscuit [01:34.551]My style's radioactive, massive, atomic [01:36.928]I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet [01:39.331]Breaking the facts of life down like Tootie, I'm raw like sushi [01:42.257]With more vocab than three f*cking Fugees [01:44.399]So recognize or be hospitalized [01:46.541]'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five [01:49.258]When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [01:51.739]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [01:53.855]Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [01:56.676]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [01:58.479]Yo, yo [01:58.949]A little bit of w**d and some Hennessy [02:01.431]Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy [02:03.886]See, I need much more energy then my enemies [02:06.995]If I wanna make more bills than Bellamy [02:09.137]So I could be on MTV [02:10.913]With women constantly telling me I resemble Billy Dee [02:13.865]I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene [02:16.477]Then when I'm on the scene, I do shows to get the green [02:18.880]Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine [02:21.258]For that thing on page forty-three in Jet Magazine [02:23.765]Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream [02:26.743]Swinging the guillotine [02:28.154]Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon [02:32.229]The brain remains conscious for ten seconds [02:34.110]Long enough for me to give you one last message [02:36.069]And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it [02:38.629]Don't ever get it confused [02:39.883]F*ckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove [02:43.462]Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed [02:45.839]Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew [02:48.320]From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruits, and foods [02:51.168]You got a album out? You get hit with your CD, too [02:53.597]Runnin' outside cryin', lyin', denyin' [02:56.000]That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got f*cked by him [02:58.534]What's the difference? Y'all n*ggas still ain't in lyrical fitness [03:01.016]Too busy mixin' your bidness with your b*tches [03:02.897]While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures [03:05.404]So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers [03:08.435]Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights [03:10.890]Sniffin' white, living the hype, he ruined his life [03:13.137]But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right [03:15.592]Make sure your sh*t is tight or I'ma snatch your mic, n*gga [03:18.596]When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [03:20.791]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!) [03:23.089]Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus" [03:25.780]Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!)
