Introspection/Bus is in Motion by The Cross Lyrics
The bus is in motion, stay seated as I break even
Display demons on stage dreaming of screaming for Sway, needing
Some weed, release I need to breathe, I easily deceive
Til I'm reaching peace and squeezing these booties, to be emcee
Takes a lot of practice while God is laughing at ya
I'm odd, dramatic and off the wagon, call me captain, capping ya
Status, madness, insanity, I rap like bandages and damage thee
All I need is some beans, trees, and G's to manage me
It cannot be, this anarchy-inspired psycho guy
With violent night visions I'd glisten on silent mics
Don't even turn me on or guide me wrong cause I belong
To the upper class of rap, it's that factual, mean songs
Follow the prophet and I know I hit a pothole, Apollo
I'm a sun of a God, wondrous stops on my bus, I got cold
Albums in my notebook, yo son! go! look!
I win a battle with a rattle and fuck chicks man, I own hooks
I'm Tone Hook
I'm mellow, medicine evident, a non
Separatist, a legend bitch, specialist gone
Nuts, long cuts of tracks, like that I'm on bus-
Es discussion is nothing don't fuck with this something
And some sing about only one thing, that thing
Rapping Doo Wop to two cops in too hot blue tube-tops, acting
Torches passing, gorgeous, grabbing whores are mad at me, mad swing
Then Californication of course was blatant, I stayed til I was packing
Heats in streets, I bleed in peace, I need CD's to sell
Like drugs for a hype buzz, like I was deceiving these frail
You see me? I failed, oh hell, I'll 'fuck it' til my penis swells
No needing an L, need a dub, Grandmastering, I could be the Mel
Of my generation, instead I'm pacing in backyards
Act scarred, then explain to your brain that this shit not that hard
Racing, NASCAR, racist and sparked, I can't harp
Enough with this harder stuff, I spark it up like a man sparks and then start
In Denmark
Yo
I sent a kid to college, bitches honestly getting product
I messed up modestly, yet an oddity, gets dichotomies
Lest we gotta be best since Socrates, expressin my beliefs
Apart from these harder trees, my voice and lessons is oddly free
Better than rest I gotta be, blessed anomaly stressed obviously
Next nominated rapper that'll need heroin and get poppy seeds
Probably gotta be Sophocles, Oedipus King of alleged shit
Set a precedent, so I better sin like your President
I set a pick, then get that bitch, and end that quick
A second diss is less restrictive damn I guess I'm wicked
In less than six hits of this shit, open for business
I said this, in seconds, I send kids in red stitches
To the hospital with obstacles to their life, impossible
Challenges to manage it, I'll ridicule you like a satirist
If possible, stop the bull, this is a fucking Capicu
Cover your mouth or as my dyslexic ass says boca tapé tu!
Display demons on stage dreaming of screaming for Sway, needing
Some weed, release I need to breathe, I easily deceive
Til I'm reaching peace and squeezing these booties, to be emcee
Takes a lot of practice while God is laughing at ya
I'm odd, dramatic and off the wagon, call me captain, capping ya
Status, madness, insanity, I rap like bandages and damage thee
All I need is some beans, trees, and G's to manage me
It cannot be, this anarchy-inspired psycho guy
With violent night visions I'd glisten on silent mics
Don't even turn me on or guide me wrong cause I belong
To the upper class of rap, it's that factual, mean songs
Follow the prophet and I know I hit a pothole, Apollo
I'm a sun of a God, wondrous stops on my bus, I got cold
Albums in my notebook, yo son! go! look!
I win a battle with a rattle and fuck chicks man, I own hooks
I'm Tone Hook
I'm mellow, medicine evident, a non
Separatist, a legend bitch, specialist gone
Nuts, long cuts of tracks, like that I'm on bus-
Es discussion is nothing don't fuck with this something
And some sing about only one thing, that thing
Rapping Doo Wop to two cops in too hot blue tube-tops, acting
Torches passing, gorgeous, grabbing whores are mad at me, mad swing
Then Californication of course was blatant, I stayed til I was packing
Heats in streets, I bleed in peace, I need CD's to sell
Like drugs for a hype buzz, like I was deceiving these frail
You see me? I failed, oh hell, I'll 'fuck it' til my penis swells
No needing an L, need a dub, Grandmastering, I could be the Mel
Of my generation, instead I'm pacing in backyards
Act scarred, then explain to your brain that this shit not that hard
Racing, NASCAR, racist and sparked, I can't harp
Enough with this harder stuff, I spark it up like a man sparks and then start
In Denmark
Yo
I sent a kid to college, bitches honestly getting product
I messed up modestly, yet an oddity, gets dichotomies
Lest we gotta be best since Socrates, expressin my beliefs
Apart from these harder trees, my voice and lessons is oddly free
Better than rest I gotta be, blessed anomaly stressed obviously
Next nominated rapper that'll need heroin and get poppy seeds
Probably gotta be Sophocles, Oedipus King of alleged shit
Set a precedent, so I better sin like your President
I set a pick, then get that bitch, and end that quick
A second diss is less restrictive damn I guess I'm wicked
In less than six hits of this shit, open for business
I said this, in seconds, I send kids in red stitches
To the hospital with obstacles to their life, impossible
Challenges to manage it, I'll ridicule you like a satirist
If possible, stop the bull, this is a fucking Capicu
Cover your mouth or as my dyslexic ass says boca tapé tu!