[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!)