歌曲 | B-Boy 2000 - Explicit Album Version |
歌手 | Crazy Town |
专辑 | The Gift Of Game |
作词 : Binzer, Epique, KRS One, Mazur ... | |
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 | |
**** 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. |
zuò cí : Binzer, Epique, KRS One, Mazur ... | |
This is the last trip. | |
This is the last trip. | |
CXT KRSOne | |
Boogie down, Crazy Town. | |
CHORUS: | |
I' m a bad ass BBoy | |
Two triple O. | |
A space age hiphop | |
Superhero | |
I rock the block with glocks | |
And brass knuckles. | |
A pocket full of weed | |
And a BBoy belt buckle. | |
Space age rage | |
To rattle your cage | |
Running amok as we | |
up the stage. | |
Taking hiphop to a whole new level. | |
808 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 BBoy 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. | |
Bboys make some noise. | |
Get connected. | |
Respect it. | |
You should expect the unexpected. | |
Bgirls reping at the front | |
Of the show. | |
I' m a bad ass bboy 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. |