Took a trip on a bus that I didn't know

Met a girl selling drinks at the disco

Said you'd come back when you let it go

Seems I forget it cause it's really so simple

Walking down Young Street on a Friday

Can't follow them, gotta do it my way

No fast lanes, still on the highway

Moving in and out no doubt it's the right day



* No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up, ah-ah

Take out the crabs in the bucket



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It's like flies on the wind screen writing on walls

Square these clones claim they're having a ball

Blaming themselves just before last fall

Tic-a-tic-a-toc, tic-a-tic-a-toc

Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one

Smoking Gun put these fools on the run

I know it's not that simple, I know it's not that hard



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Yeah, I heard ya, man, I'm gonna check you off

Yeah, it's a connection, fit in the microphone flit

I take it higher like a bird on a wire

It's higher, the fire, I never 'cause I'm just movin' on up

Cruisin' the touch the unseen cravin' the clutch

The most inevitable legible pyromania

Slayin' the devil and sending them back to Transylvania

Strangely enough I uphold that side as ghetto



From my heavy metal ? of the puppets like a pedal

Damn if mirrors were created by sand

Then I'm looking in the water for reflections of man

Understand the minds above time when it's empty

MC tragically head ahead by a century



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