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Lyrics for B Boy 2000 by Crazy Town:
| | | Artist: | Crazy Town |
| | Album: | The Gift Of Game | | Track: | B Boy 2000 | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 232 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
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