This is the last trip.
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This is the last trip.
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CXT KRS-One
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Boogie down, Crazy Town.
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[CHORUS:]
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I'm a bad ass B-Boy
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Two triple O.
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A space age hip-hop
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Superhero
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I rock the block with glocks
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And brass knuckles.
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A pocket full of weed
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And a B-Boy belt buckle.
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Space age rage
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To rattle your cage
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Running amok as we
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Fuck up the stage.
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Taking hip-hop to a whole new level.
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8-0-8 bass over twisted metal.
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Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural.
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A mac with a pull.
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Act a fool. Excalibur
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Destroying M.C.'s with my
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Vocal algebra.
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We got something new for you.
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For you to take your ass and move it to.
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Hit to lose it to
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It's that crazy crew.
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Taking you on a ride to the
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Other side.
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Check it.
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Bar codes on freaks
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Programmed to freak mode.
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Black holes of lost souls,
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Let the story be told
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I rock a B-Boy stance
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Cuz it's time to explode.
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[CHORUS]
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If you ever want to know what time it is,
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Compared to what time it isn't,
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When you hear KRS in the house
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Just run and get our ticket.
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Because when you come into the jam,
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The party will be kickin?
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All the wic wacs and DJ's in the house,
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Jealous, it gets so sickenin?
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Now CXT are some cool guys,
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Still getting paid without no ties.
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At least no jack and I can't hack it.
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When you gonna ask the question why.
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I never liked working at Mickey D's,
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All my life I got B's and C's.
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Down with the crew called BDP
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Shifty, and E.P.I.C.
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Now when you be?
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[CHORUS]
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Put your mind over matter
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Gather 몉ound the sound
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Yeah, gather 몉ound the sound.
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It don't get better, gather
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멢ound the sound
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Come on, gather 몉ound the sound.
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Put your mind over matter
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Gather round the sound
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Yeah, gather round the sound
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It don't get better, gather
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멢ound the sound
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Come on, gather round the sound.
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[CHORUS]
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I roll at light speed
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Through space and time
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With a boom box of beats
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And a book of rhymes.
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Cosmo kinetic.
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I just don't get it
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These fools want to rock
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But their rhymes are pathetic
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The Epic, digital bliss,
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The mega sound
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Consists of hard drive bits
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Written underground.
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Crazy Town rocks so hard,
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You'll go berserk
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With the sound that travels
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Around the universe.
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Ill thoughts disperse
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We're the first and last,
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High class, white trash,
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Rolling a classic hovercraft.
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In strange days,
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The wickedest ways
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Become the norm.
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But it's far from the norm
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When we perform.
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Check it.
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B-boys make some noise.
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Get connected.
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Respect it.
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You should expect the unexpected.
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B-girls reping at the front
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Of the show.
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I'm a bad ass b-boy two
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Triple O.
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[CHORUS]
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Dope thoughts come
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When I hear a kick drum
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A bass beat transforms
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The level of the street
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And the lyrics
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Boulevard status.
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Yo, I'm the baddest
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Beach front punks,
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They insist I'm the raddest
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Thing to ever hit since L.S.D.
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Hallucinate while I dominate.
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I bring Satan to the table.
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When I rock, there is not
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A label for it.
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Critics adore it.
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Homicidal as it gets.
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Your wrist slit
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When I make suicidal imprints
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On your brain.
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I induce pain, so I'm insane.
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Hell bent burnt you like acid rain.
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Extraordinarily, I lyricize,
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Specialize.
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In body rocking, rapping,
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And macking.
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Two triple O, I came to get down.
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With my clique Crazy Town.
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We came to get down.
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Yes, yes y'all
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We came to get down.
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[CHORUS]
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Put your mind over matter
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Gather 몉ound the sound
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Yeah, gather 몉ound the sound.
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It don't get better, gather
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멢ound the sound
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Come on, gather 몉ound the sound.
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Put your mind over matter
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Gather 몉ound the sound
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Yeah, gather 몉ound the sound
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It don't get better, gather
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멢ound the sound
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Come on, gather 몉ound the sound.
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CXT
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This is the last trip.
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This is the last trip.
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B-Boy 2000
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| Crazy Town |
