Текст песни
This is the last trip
This is the last trip
C.X.T., K.R.S-One
Boogie Down, Crazy Town
I'm a badass, 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 brass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel supernatural, a mac with a pull
Act a fool, excalibur, destroying MC'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, 'cause it's time to explode
I'm a badass B-Boy, two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a badass 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 K.R.S. 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, C.X.T. 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, B.D.P
Shifty, and E.P.I.C., now, when you be?
I'm a badass 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 badass 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
I'll thoughts disperse, we're the first and last, high class, white trash, rolling a class 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 front of the show
I'm a badass B-Boy, two triple O
'Cause I'm a bad boy, superhero
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a badass 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, beachfront 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
Extraordinary, 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 came to get down
I'm a badass 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
C.X.T
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get 'em off (get 'em off), get 'em off
This is the last trip
This is the last trip
Word
Word
Word
Word
Jump, jump
Yeah
Yeah, let's, yeah
Come on, come on
Make it hot
Word (ha-ha-ha)