Can-i-bus

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