CANTANTE: Crazy Town

TITULO: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 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.