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canibus army freestyle

Length: 1:14
Rating: 4.57 (276 ratings)
Views: 114431
Author: desypher

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Canibus - Second Round K.O.

Length: 3:51
Rating: 4.84 (225 ratings)
Views: 59595
Author: universalmusicgroup

Tags: Jerry Williams Second Jean Duplesis Round Universal "Te Bass" K.O. Wyclef Rock G. Canibus

Canibus - Mic-Nificent

Length: 3:27
Rating: 4.94 (66 ratings)
Views: 16969
Author: universalmusicgroup

Tags: Williams Mic-Nificent Universal M. Lewis Records Rock G. Pierre Canibus Daniel

Canibus - Second Round KO

Length: 4:27
Rating: 4.81 (283 ratings)
Views: 70172
Author: Badejson

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Canibus-Buckingham Palace

Length: 3:41
Rating: 4.67 (175 ratings)
Views: 59942
Author: Canibus285

Tags: beef can-i-bus rap vs ras lyrics coast NWO real jones east tupac buckingham canibus illuminati alex big palace west kass

Canibus-Buckingham Palace a song why canibus first album should have gotten five mics lyrics below [Canibus] Yo // I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace, selling reefer // Puffing a chalice with the beef eaters // Getting 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 // Niggas is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this // I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent // Nigga your rhyme ain't worth six pence // 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 Princeton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin // And murder niggas for rhyming // Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva // Drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her // Alcohol in the hands of a minor // I got you panicking like bombs, with thirty second timers // Clear the building, evacuate women and children // Fuck what you feeling nigga I came here to kill them // Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain // And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission // What? // [Canibus] Yo, yo // Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death // Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex // Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic // With more flavour 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 wearing // 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 // Niggas be trying to test but they weak like seven days // Emcees run away when I kick it, they act so chicken // They should come with a large drink and a biscuit // My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth // In front of Haley's comet, breaking the facts of life down // Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then // Three fucking Fugees, so recognize or be hospitalized // 'Cause lyrically on a scale of one, to ten, I'm twenty-five // Like that // [Canibus] A little bit of weed and some Hennessey // Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy // See I need much more energy then my enemies // If I want to make more Bill's than Bellamy // So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me // I resemble Billy D., 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, fucking with Canibus the human rubrics 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 Moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods // You got a album out you'll get hit with your CD too // Running outside, crying, lying, denying that you ain't // The gay rapper, but you got fucked by him // What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness // Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches // 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 // Sniffing white living the hype, he ruined his life // But I'm an emcee of a different type, yeah that's right // Make sure your shit is tight, or I'm a snatch your mic // Nigga //