This is the last trip
CXT KRS-One
Boogie down, Crazy Town.
[Chorus:]
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 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural
A mac with a pull
Act a fool. Excalibur
Destroying M.C.'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.
[Chorus]
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?
[Chorus]
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.
[Chorus]
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 classic 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 the front
Of the show
I'm a bad ass b-boy two
Triple O.
[Chorus]
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
Extraordinarily, I lyricize
Specialize
In body rocking, rapping
And macking
Two triple O, I came to get down
With my clique Crazy Town
We came to get down
Yes, yes y'all
We came to get down.
[Chorus]
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
This is the last trip
This is the last trip.
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