Текст песни "Crazy Town - B-Boy 2000"
This is the last trip. 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.Обновить текст