Took a trip on a bus that I didn't knowMet a girl selling drinks at the discoSaid you'd come back when you let it goSeems complicated cause it's really so simpleWalking down Yonge Street on a FridayCan't follow them, gotta do it my wayNo fast lanes, still on the highwayMoving in and out, no doubt there's a brighter day[chorus]No time to get down 'cause I'm moving upNo time to get down 'cause I'm moving upNo time to get down 'cause I'm moving up, ah-ahCheck out the crabs in the bucket[repeat]It's like flies on the windscreen, writing on wallsSquare these clones claim they're having a ballBlaming themselves just before last callTic-a-tic-a-toc, tic-a-tic-a-tocClock strikes twelve, clock strikes oneSmoking Gun put these fools on the runI know it's not that simple, I know it's not that hardWhere's your goal?[chorus][rap]You know what I meanYeah, I heard ya, manYo check it outYeah, it's a conniption fit on the microphone litI take it higher like a bird on a wireRetire the fire, I never cause I'm just movin' on upChoosin' to touch the unseen, cravin' the clutchThe most inevitable legible pyromaniaSlayin' the devil and sending them back to TransylvaniaStrangely enough I uphold that side as ghettoFrom my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Gepetto Damn if mirrors were created by sandThen I'm looking in the water for reflections of manUnderstand the minds above time when it's emptyMC tragically hip ahead by a centuryRah![chorus]