B-Boy 2000 - Crazy Town

This is the last trip

This is the last trip

CXT KRS-One

Boogie Down, Crazy Town

I’m a bad ass B-Boy two triple o

A space age hip-hop superhero

I rock the block with Glocks and brass knuckles

A pocket full of weed and a B-Boy belt buckle

Space age rage to rattle your cage

Running amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level

8−0-8 brass over twisted metal

Shifty, the rebel supernatural a mac with a pull

Act a fool, excalibur, destroying MC’s with my vocal algebra

We got something new for you, for you to take your ass and move it to

Hit to lose it to, it’s that crazy crew

Taking you on a ride to the other side, check it

Bar codes on freaks, programmed to freak mode

Black holes of lost souls, let the story be told

I rock a B-Boy stance, cuz it’s time to explode

If you ever want to know what time it is, compared to what time it isn’t

When you hear KRS in the house, just run and get our ticket

Because when you come into the jam, the party will be kickin

All the wic wacs and DJ’s in the house, jealous, it gets so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys, still getting paid without no ties

At least no jack and I can’t hack it

When you gonna ask the question why

I never liked working at Mickey D’s, All my life I got B’s and C’s

Down with the crew called BDP

Shifty, and E.P.I.C., now when you be?

(Chours)

Put your mind over matter, gather round the sound

Yeah, gather round the sound

It don’t get better, gather round the sound

Come on, gather round the sound

Put your mind over matter, gather round the sound

Yeah, gather round the sound

It don’t get better, gather round the sound

Come on, gather round the sound

I roll at light speed through space and time

With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes

Cosmo kinetic I just don’t get it

These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss, the mega sound

Consists of hard drive bits written underground

Crazy Town rocks so hard, you’ll go berserk with the sound that travels around

the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we’re the first and last, high class, white trash,

rolling a class hovercraft

In strange days, the wickedest ways become the norm

But it’s far from the norm when we perform (Check it)

B-boys make some noise (Get connected)

Respect it, you should expect (the unexpected)

B-girls reping at front of the show

I’m a bad ass b-boy two triple O

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick drum

A bass beat transforms the level of the street

And the lyrics Boulevard status

Yo, I’m the baddest, beach front punks, they insist I’m the raddest

Thing to ever hit since L.S.D

Hallucinate while I dominate

I bring Satan to the table, when I rock there is not a label for it

Critics adore it homicidal as it gets, your wrist slit

When I make suicidal imprints on your brain

I induce pain, so I’m insane

Hell bent burnt you like acid rain

Extraordinary, I lyricize, specialize

In body rocking, rapping, and macking

Two triple O, I come to get down

With my clique Crazy Town

We came to get down

Yes, yes y’all we came to get down

Put your mind over matter, gather round the sound

Yeah, gather round the sound

It don’t get better, gather round the sound

Come on, gather round the sound

Put your mind over matter, gather round the sound

Yeah, gather round the sound

It don’t get better, gather round the sound

Come on, gather round the sound

CXT

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get em off, get em off

This is the last trip

This is the last trip

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Jump, jump

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, let’s, yeah

Come on, Come on

Make it HOT!

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