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| K-os Miscellaneous Crabbuckit 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 Chorus: 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 (repeat) 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 Chorus (Rap) 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 Chorus |
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