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CRAZY TOWN lyrics - Gift Of Game

B-Boy 2000

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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 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. 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 E.P.I.C. Now when 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 Come on, 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 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. 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 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. 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 Come on, gather ‘round the sound. CXT This is the last trip. This is the last trip.

The Raptism

KRS-ONE "The Sneak Attack"
* H.W.C. harmonizes a melody (no words) where this appears So gather round now for the raptism Cause if the dogs don't get 'em the cattle get 'em, or the gat'll get 'em, or the crack'll get 'em Time for spiritual activism, life is a journey and Kris got the map with him Teach latinos and blacks with 'em It's amazing when whites and asians kick raps with 'em Cause out of a thousand MC's, believe I taught half of 'em Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I beam through many images My origin is a mystery like capstones on pyramids We live it kid, challenge the teacher you will regret that I'm giving careers and taking careers away, did you forget that * Better check that, you can rock this track and the next track * But when I correct the spirit hit, you'll always be set back So gather round now for the raptism Only those that got hip-hop in 'em and not rap in 'em and no crack with 'em Step up now and receive a holy dose from a holy host, and take a break from these rappers that only boast * {HWC} Wake up, to make up [KRS] Yeah yeah, yeah {HWC} Wake up, to make up [KRS] Huh, huh, yeah yeah, yeah {HWC} Wake up, to make up [KRS] Yo, yeah, yo.. * My intellectual battle will make your brains rattle * I'll unwrap you and your crew from the same shackle I'm on many different planes like a airport Psychologically you be rethinkin your identity and cuttin ya hair short Now there's a thought, that exposes your insecurity You put no fear in me, I break the M from the C * And reverse it to say See 'em See 'em * They allow the devil to lead 'em, and they be givin up they freedom So, huh, gather round for the raptism {HWC} Wake up When the spirit hear it the lyric long before the track get 'em {HWC} Wake up I spit 'em out, gotta get 'em out, the world I never been about I see them glitter but their spirit's goin in and out We see them fading, we also see them hating We also see those living for musical chart ratings Hear what I'm stating or trading for what you're paying Replace fear with faith and you'll stop decaying Gather round for the raptism (word) Gather round for the raptism (word, word) {HWC} Wake up, wake up, wake up * Gather round for the raptism {HWC} Make up, make up, make up * Cause if the dogs don't get 'em * the cattle get 'em, or the gat'll get 'em, or the crack'll get 'em Yo, yo, gather round for the raptism {HWC} Wake up Word.. word.. {HWC} Wake up Word.. {HWC} Wake up the dogs don't get 'em the cattle get 'em, or the crack'll get 'em, or the gat'll get 'em {HWC} Wake up {HWC} Everyday, when you wake up {HWC} You got a chance, to MAKE UP! Remember, you are not just doing hip-hop, you ARE hip-hop {HWC} Wake up to make up {HWC} Wake up to make up Twice a year, hip-hoppers come together to celebrate the unity of hip-hop We come together, during Hip-Hop Appreciation Week {HWC} Wake up to make up.. Which is every third week in May {HWC} Wake up to make up.. Then, we come together in Novemeber to celebrate Hip-Hop History Month I will see you there - PEACE!

Speed Of Sound

Liege Lord
I've followed traces of the steps before I've passed away now, into peaceful war Nearing now I see I have longed to be Taken by the hand of the faceless one who stands Now I undergo the change of life foretold Growing on to me and now I soon shall be Soaring blindly in a race through borrowed time And beside me a race of souls who ride Growing on me the wings of flight in empty space Is it terror propelling us into the chase I'm timeless bound from the speed of sound And the move that's endless all around And with this space I share all the souls who bare Heavy weight turning loose falling to the ground As the sun falls dark we have made our mark It captures me to know I have doused the final spark It's never ending our lungs have burst with might Souls of this speed spectors soar through the night Into stardom then beyond who knows? The speed of sound is broke and onward we are bold!

The Manics Mask

Liege Lord
I've followed traces of the steps before I've passed away now, into peaceful war Nearing now I see I have longed to be Taken by the hand of the faceless one who stands Now I undergo the change of life foretold Growing on to me and now I soon shall be Soaring blindly in a race through borrowed time And beside me a race of souls who ride Growing on me the wings of flight in empty space Is it terror propelling us into the chase I'm timeless bound from the speed of sound And the move that's endless all around And with this space I share all the souls who bare Heavy weight turning loose falling to the ground As the sun falls dark we have made our mark It captures me to know I have doused the final spark It's never ending our lungs have burst with might Souls of this speed spectors soar through the night Into stardom then beyond who knows? The speed of sound is broke and onward we are bold!

Block Work

JADAKISS
[Jadakiss:] Yeah, ride out, they ain't got no money I'm losin' weight, uh, ride out [Jadakiss & Styles P:] Gather 'round, y'all, it's goin' down, y'all Block work, twenty-eight for the pound, y'all If he the king, I put a round in his crown, y'all He just talkin', but he pussy in the town, y'all I air 'em out, then put 'em in the ground, y'all Hit 'em in the church if he prayin' on my downfall It's either this or you wicked with a round ball It's a burial whenever we sound off Hands to the no-hander right after the round off Peanut butter guts, chocolate brown Porsche Word to Spanish, José, we was movin' the most yay Had my boys runnin' and gunnin', sound like 'Coach K' Listen, duke, you be shoot, but you know that it's both ways My gun splash brothers, I call 'em Curry and Klay In a hurry to get buried ever fuckin' with J Ah, Dave, come on, nigga, I see you ridin' the wave Brave like the crackers that helped hire the slaves Keep talkin', I kill you, then slide in your bae You got a homie up top, I have him die in a cage And you trigger-happy, you can't wait to fire the guage Go out on your shield, though you die in a blaze Gunfire, one liar, gon' put the truth in a maze I got the truck off the sour, got a coupe from the haze In the telly down south, I got me a few dames We ain't fuckin', but we stuffin' they pussy with cocaine Whipped out, fuck around and hop on the 2 train Robbed the first and last car to show you some true pain Wolf on the phone when I show you a few fangs It's a different kind of hot, my nigga, it's blue flames Dudes is startin' to get out of pocket; loose change Hard part: tryin' to stay still, move things Right before you about to murder someone, your mood change We came up like ninety bricks We had the city under siege since '96 Go online: you still won't find these kicks Like Frank White when he did the Chinese hit That's it, it's us, then everybody else after Our part of the good books a rough chapter Everything dead serious, enough laughter Fronto leaves, Raw papers and Dutch Masters, yeah You read more, you see more They tearin' shit up on the streets in B'more Some people don't know what it's like to be poor The hood is a one-way, ain't no detour You know the love course, the hate come free, y'all Those who protect and serve will knock your seed off The energy is negative, it's not to feed off Shit'll cool down when we knock the heat off [Jadakiss:] Get it? R.I.P. Freddie Gray Rest in peace homie that they shot in the back in South Carolina Eric Garner, Mike Brown, Glennis, rest in peace, baby girl And all y'all rappers one

Wild Ride

THE DOOBIE BROTHERS "Rockin' Down The Highway - The Wildlife Concert"
(Patrick Simmons / Charlie Midnight) As the wind blows down the canyon And the rain falls on the river I can hear her song of wishes I can feel her body shiver Her boots are made of feathers Flying as she runs Across this painted desert With a suitcase full of guns Wild, wild ride And the world goes round and round Wild, wild ride You go crazy from the sound Near the old abandoned drive in There's a brand new Motel 6 It's hard to make a livin' But you work to get your kicks You don't know how you got here But it comes as no surprise When the rust gets in your engine And the dust gets in your eyes Wild, wild ride And the world goes round and round Wild, wild ride You go crazy from the sound From Mobile to Milwaukee Seattle St. Joe From Memphis to Miami To the streets of Tokyo Take a trip among the livin' Make a circle in the sky It's a good day for believin' That we're never gonna die

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