Now and then I feel as though I wanna escape the real
And take a trip to the heavens to a world surreal
But I don't do drugs so the yea is out
Instead I use my mind power to move my spirits about
I might write my girl a poem showin' her how I love thee
Or just write myself a rhyme about why I'm so funky
This is how I escape the ignorance and hate being cooked up in this planet
About to disintegrate

I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all

I cover my head as the media shower
I glance at my watch to check the hour
And it's half past a moonbeam, gleamin' as I daydream
I'm feelin' for the beat to make my mood complete
And when I got it I'm gone, gone in the rhythm
Kickin' the slang with the knowledge and wisdom
I may speak a scribbly doodle but I keep on track
'cause if I didn't yo you wouldn't be sweatin' it

I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all

One to the two to the three to the four to the five
It's rardy-ardy-are and I'm kickin' it live
On an ever present journey through the depths of time
I skip from beat to beat in the form of a rhyme
My vocal techniques are unique to my band
I'm a butterfly MC, smooth with much style G
My tongue-like quivers when I deliver the funk flow
The verbs expand with a ghettolistic glow
It's like that y'all

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): GEOFFREY WILKINSON, KOBIE POWELL, MEL SIMPSON