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B-Boy 2000

This song is by Crazy Town, features KRS-One and appears on the album The Gift of Game (1999).

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 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 'cause 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?

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 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

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

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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