Snowbunny
12-20-2005, 03:19 PM
This is such a fun song. Toronto's K-OS won best songwriter at the The Canadian Urban Music Awards. Yeah, I've never heard of them either.
Crabbuckit
Took a trip on a bus that I didn't know
Met a girl selling drinks at the disco
The truth comes back when you let it go
Seems complicated it cause it's really so simple
Walking down Yonge 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 there's a brighter 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
check out the crab 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 call
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
where's your goal?
Chorus
(Rap)
Yeah, I heard ya, man, I'm gonna check you off
Yeah, it's a conniption, fit when the microphones lit
I take it higher like a bird on a wire
retire the fire, I'll never 'cause I'm just movin'
on up
Choosin' the touch the unseen cravin' the clutch
The most inevitable legible pyro-mania
Slayin' the devil and sending him back to
Transylvania
Strangely enough, I evolved outside of the ghetto
From my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Gepetto
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
Emcee tragically hip ahead by a century, rahhh
Obligatory shout-out to the HIP! Yes!!!
Crabbuckit
Took a trip on a bus that I didn't know
Met a girl selling drinks at the disco
The truth comes back when you let it go
Seems complicated it cause it's really so simple
Walking down Yonge 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 there's a brighter 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
check out the crab 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 call
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
where's your goal?
Chorus
(Rap)
Yeah, I heard ya, man, I'm gonna check you off
Yeah, it's a conniption, fit when the microphones lit
I take it higher like a bird on a wire
retire the fire, I'll never 'cause I'm just movin'
on up
Choosin' the touch the unseen cravin' the clutch
The most inevitable legible pyro-mania
Slayin' the devil and sending him back to
Transylvania
Strangely enough, I evolved outside of the ghetto
From my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Gepetto
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
Emcee tragically hip ahead by a century, rahhh
Obligatory shout-out to the HIP! Yes!!!