[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 [bad word] 
it'll land on the window of your airplane [bad word] 
Canibus with the hot [bad word]  "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  my lyrics invade Europe 
like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva
As [bad word] 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
 [bad word] what you feelin [bad word]  I came here to kill em
Straight [bad word]  from New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission, what!

 [bad word]  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 [bad word] flick without 
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
 [bad word] away when I kick it; they act so chicken 
they [bad word] with a large drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of [bad word] 
Breakin the (Facts of Life) down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
with more (Vocab), than three [bad word] Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

 [bad word] 

[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 [bad word] you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, [bad word] with Canibus
the [bad word] 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, [bad word] and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too [bad word] outside, cryin, lyin, denyin 
that you ain't The [bad word] Rapper, but you got [bad word] by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your [bad word] 
While I be in the [bad word] forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, livin the h