Crazytown B-boy 2000 Lyrics

B-boy 2000 Lyrics

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.

CHOURS

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.

CHROUS

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.

CHROUS: 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.