This is the last trip, this is the last CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Town
I'm a bad ass B-boy two O A age hip-hop superhero
I wanna with glocks and brass knuckles A pocket full of and a B-boy belt buckle Space age to rattle your cage amok as we fuck up the stage
Taking hip-hop to a whole new 8-0-8 bass over metal Shifty, the rebel, A mac with a pull act a fool
Destroying MC's with my algebra We got new for you For you to take your ass and it too Hit to lose it to, it's crazy crew
you on a ride to the other side, check it Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak Black holes of souls let the story be told Rock a stance, 'cause it's time to explode
I'm a bad ass B-boy two O A space age hip-hop I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age superhero
If you want to know what time it is Compared to what it isn't When you KRS in the house run and get our ticket
'Cause when you into the jam The party will be All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the Jealous, it get so
Now CXT are some cool Still gettin' without no ties At least no jack and I can't it When you gonna ask the why?
I liked workin' at Mickey D's All my I got B's and C's Down the crew called BDP Shifty, E.P.I.C now you be
I'm a bad ass two triple O A space age hip-hop
Put you mind over matter 'round the sound Yeah, gather the sound It don't get better, gather 'round the Come on, gather 'round the
Put you mind over matter gather 'round the Yeah, gather 'round the It don't get better, gather 'round the Come on, we gather 'round the
I'm a bad ass two triple O A age hip-hop superhero
I roll at light speed through and time With a boom box of beats and a of rhymes Cosmo kinetic, I don't get it These want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic
The Epic, bliss The mega sound consists of a drive bits Written ground, Crazy Town rock so hard You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the
Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and High class, white trash rollin' a hover craft In strange days the wickedest Because the norm but it's far from the we perform, check it
B-boys make some noise, get it, you should expect the unexpected B-girl reping at the of the show I'm a bad ass two triple O
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age superhero I'm a bad ass B-boy two O A space age superhero
thoughts come when I hear a kick Drum a bass beat the level of the street And the lyrics boulevard yo, I'm the baddest Beach front punks they insist I'm the Thing to hit ever L.S.D.
Hallucinate I dominate I Satan to the table I rock, there is not a label for it Critics adore it as it gets
Your wrist slit when I make suicidal On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm bent burnt you like acid rain Extraordinarily, I specialize
In body rappin' and mackin' Two triple O, I came to get down with my Town we came to get down Yes, yes y'all we came to get
I'm a bad ass B-boy two O A space age hip-hop
Put you over matter, gather 'round the sound Yeah, 'gather the sound It don't get better 'round the sound Come on, gather the sound
Put you mind over matter, 'round the sound Yeah, 'round the sound It don't get better gather the sound on, gather 'round the sound
CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all is the last trip, this is the last trip Work, work,
C'mon, Make it hard