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

This is the last trip.

This is the last trip.