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
  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.
    [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.