Ontario

Ghetto Concept – E-Z On Tha Motion

[Verse 1: Dolo]
What’s the name of the runaway train
That ransacks and mad distracts
When I be steaming out your mind-frame?
Rough to rugged like dread locks—snatching off the blocks… off
From mediocre men from here to Bang-kok (All right?)
I manifest beyond the physical
Individual criteria—Prince of Bavaria; the more the merrier
Well Mr. Snuff, I love the serious rhymes records regardless
How should I start this? You never witness your finish
For more the flavor that you savoring? It’s my pleasure
Whatever you wanted, we’ll provide it; it’s been decided (yeah)
By all concerns, you’ve earned one, from, the big barter
So yo, save the drama for your mama
Nigga, you can’t win it but I caught up cause I’m too fly
(…Too fly!) That’s how it goes, Mr. Nice Guy…

[Verse 2: Kwajo]
I jump on it like I briss this jock…
Tick-tock; flip-flop; the pop will never stop
So as you digging the sound and fool, you bouncing to the groove
To bite the Concept, you bit off more than you can chew—I…
Get screwed when punk ass niggas want to flex—(sss…)
Styles are too complex, so ooh—you better just…
Balk and ease! You are beginning to get me plexed
No matter what, you can’t stop the flex when it wrecks
So-so Da Grassroots rhythm, then you hot-hot-hot
As I drop-drop-drop… on the shit you got… (All right?)
We got more than what you bargained for
So now the Ghetto Concept is who you asking for
But ♪ don’t worry! Just stay tuned to the boomer…
Zoom-zoomer… we got the fly—fuck the rumor!

[Hook: Infinite]
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Yeah) 9 to 4 we here and (Now) 9 to 5 we roller coasting
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Now) 9 to 4 we here and (Now) 9 to 5 we roller coasting
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Yeah) 9 to 4 we here and (Now) 9 to 5 we roller coasting
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Now) 9 to 4 we here and 9 to 5, we gone—! (Oh…)

[Verse 3; Infinite]
Stripes upon stripes who done divorced without the lights?
The L.A. lights—so that’s the biggest spades glaring in the nights
The hype too tight with a squeezer; should I say these… on, the freeze
That makes me gets to sneeze and allergies (oh-ooh!)
So, please…
Never as a gift, bomb and these, you all would squish it
For your hole and me to squeeze it for your knees (What’s up?)
I’m steady dissing up my to-pic of shoes—I know about the hits…
Forget about the clues (yeah) and the shoes—I stay cool with my raps
Wraps it up with the sale…
My belly’s kind of bulging so I’m jonesing for a meal
But yo, for real…
I don’t steal attacks to whites a fax or should I say the honky nigga
Whatever the case may be my nigga

[Verse 4: Kwajo]
MC’s—you follow me not!
Cause they can never inch up in the size pan or do the things I do…
I wonder what do them-them?
I come-up-with new blends of puns and phrases…
Or many stages… fools’ rhymes is locked… cages!
The means to me is when should be incarcerated; intellect like be the Taj
We… can never be faded, so um…
Bye, ta-ta where groove get the Taj to ♪ take over! ♪
(Oh, wa-uh-uh) It’s like that, so watch me flex!
(Oh, wa-uh-UH, uh-uh-uh!)

[Hook: Infinite]
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Yeah) 9 to 4 we here and (Now) 9 to 5 we roller coasting
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Now) 9 to 4 we here and (Yeah) 9 to 5 we roller coasting
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Yeah) 9 to 4 we here and (Now) 9 to 5 we roller coasting
(Oh) Easy on the motion (Now), 9 to 3 was locomotion
(Yeah) 9 to 4 we here and 9 to 5, we gone—! (Oh…)

[Verse 5: Dolo]
Fuck it! That non-stop sluggish rubbish gets no play
Much like pea soup… you get the finger—take a hol-iday!
Who’s the nigga that floats in all verses? (Ver-sehhhs…)
Tight like Fort Knox and old ladies to their “purseses”? (Pur-sehhhs…)
Swing De Niro; that needle incognito;
Two… from Mr. Axelroe to tell your uncle Gui-do…
You kept kicking, but couldn’t kick up the slack
Yo, your man he Jackie Chan that’s why he still dropping a, gat
Bomb… to boogie though rely on fortune cookies
Tell the fortune tellers ain’t no lucky more cause I’m the best… seller!
I …stop it to drop the ♪ moves ♪ on your chirpie
Skills that send chills… that just like Guinness Delta groupie
Yes, I can hail from Rexdale right down to Mountain
Ashes… to ashes… dust to dust and then I’m outie
Out-ie five thousand… arousal when it’s clever… Send for the hearse
There ain’t a person does it better, my nigga!
[ Along Came Betty ; end ]