Crazy Town, KRS-One - B-Boy 2000 lyrics

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 brass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel supernatural a
Mac with a pull act a fool, excalibur
Destroying MC'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
I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple-O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'cause I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple-O
A space age hip-hop superhero

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 EPIC, now where you be?

I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple-O
A space age hip-hop superhero

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
You got to gather 'round the sound
I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple-O
A space age hip-hop superhero

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
Bit's 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 class 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 repping at front of the show
I'm a bad ass b-boy two triple-O

'cause I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple-O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'cause I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple-O
A space age hip-hop superhero

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 LSD
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
Extraordinary, 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 came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-Boy two triple o
A space age hip-hop superhero

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
You got to gather 'round the sound

CXT yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Get 'em off, get 'em off!
This is the last trip!
This is the last trip! Word!
Word! Word!
Word! Jump, jump!
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, let's, yeah!
Come on, Come on! Make it HOT!
Word!