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B-boy 2000

par Crazy Town

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This is the last trip
This is the last trip
CXT KRS-One
Boogie down
Crazy Town.

Chorus:
I´m a bad as 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
Hit to lose it
It´s that crazy crew
Talking you on a hide 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-boys 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 runs and get our ticket
Because when you come into this jam, the party will be kickin´
All the wic Wacs and DJ´s in the house jealous it get 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 you 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 a hard drive bits
Written under ground
Crazy Town rock so hard, you´ll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe
I´ll Thoughts disperse we´re the first and last
High class, white trash
Rolling a classic hover craft
In strong days the wickedest ways
Because 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-girl 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 hit ever since L.C.D
Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to 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 come to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y´all we come to get down.

Chorus:
Put you 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 the last trip.. This is the last trip.
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