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(Seth Binzer, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Rust
Epique, A. Volli, KRS-One, Bernard Williams)

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.

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 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.

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

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.