The Gift Of Game Lyrics

Toxic
Catch a fire, fire it up.
Corrupt, stirring it up.
It’s burning hot, drifting,
Hitting every slot,
With a drop kick, it’s toxic.
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit.
I’ve lost it.
And that’s the only way that we rock shit.
Banging heads and ripping threads.
If I wasn’t rocking shows,
I’d be better off dead.
With a one, two.
One word can destroy your whole crew.
And that’s toxic.

CHORUS:
Toxic, loud and obnoxious.
Crazy Town’s toxic.
With that, rock your block
Shit.
Toxic, popping more lip.
We love to talk shit.
Rocking your block with that.
Straight out the block shit.
Toxic.

A Buddha, ballistic.
Blacklisted, twist of fate.
My vocal’s fatal.
As naughty block concoctions
Rock your cradle.
I thought I’d wait ‘til
The timing was right,
To ignite,
Cause people like me
We only come out at night.
I rock the main line
And party with fine bitches.
Which is a dirty job
But somebody’s got to do it.
So, who’s the crew with?
More hos than vivid.
Lyrics explicit.
So, fuck the critics.
We leave them hanging
Like INXS.

CHORUS

Toxic thresholds of
Colombian gold.
You can’t roll how we roll.
We possess your soul
And push the panic.
Is it godly or satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds refined or frantic.
Just the way we planned it.
See, we be stomping around
The planet.
And we stand alone.
We infiltrate your chromosomes
No clone.
Our DNA has got a strain
Of its own.
And it’s toxic.

CHORUS



Think Fast
You know that bitch baby.
He’s talking shit about our clique.
But he don’t know crazy.
You see the writing on my dick.
You know that trick, Tracey.
Yeah, she’s making me sick.
Living that life,
We used to do the same shit.
Shit gets drastic.
Some kids need help.
Some need their ass kicked.
And some will never learn
To earn their own way
Living off their daddy.
Had he not been rich,
They’d be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
You’ve got to change your tune
Or change your pitch.
Because life ain’t easy man,
Life’s a bitch.
Shit is harder than hard
About as hard can get.
Keep on going where you’re headed
You’s alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth.
And realize that the world’s
Got your neck in a noose.
If things ain’t like they ought to be
You’ve got to think fast.
The aftermath
Of your actions whiplash.
I know you all tired of these
Wanna-be thugs claiming they real
Be running, grabbing their steel
Thinking they’re going to peel.
My niggas cap.
Roaming the streets with black hats,
Chrome straps.
Sipping on brew
Ready to react
Off any nigga they see.
That nigga could be me.
Capitol I.C.E.
Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest.
Thinking they could test
A real rider from the west.
I roll flossin’.
Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and
The ghetto’s been good to me
But you’ve got to take precautions.
Brothers get got when they least
Expect it or neglect it.
You’ll never catch the dirty
In the streets without protection.
Nowadays
You got to pull shit.
Haters on some bullshit.
Jumpin’ out of cadillacs
And low lows with a full clip.
If your tool spits
Shake the spot or get your duck on.
‘Cause if you press your luck on,
Stupid is what you’re stuck on.
That girl Sheila got a daughter.
She be clubbing every night.
Sheila had her daughter young.
Still that just ain’t right.
Plus she rides the white horse,
She used to ride my pony.
If I hit it now, I’d break it
‘Cause Sheila’s just too bony.

Smoking speed released the lions.
I’m not lying.
I’m not sober.
I’m still trying.
Hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof.
A fuck up. Face it.
One of L.A.’s wasted youth.
Label me
As an enemy of the law.
The lost star.
My family’s not too happy
With the trouble that I’ve caused.
See, we be breaking the law,
Smoking on non-menthols,
Thinking fast so I’m ready
For any all out brawls.
And yo, brothers get your hustle on.
Ballers and get your shit tight.
House parties get shot up.
And turned up before midnight.
Drive-bys and fistfights.
Zig zags and crack pipes.
There’s a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night.


Darkside
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
At their best
(X2)

Punk rock, shell toes,
Horns and halos.
Wicked white wings and
And pointed tails.
Devil’s eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades.
The eternal drug raid.
I go by the name of
Mr. Shifty switchblade.
Getting paid in the shade,
As lyrics ricochet,
Off the walls
From the ceiling to the floor,
Off the door
And down the hall.
I’m evil like Knievel
Kicking white trash.
Psycho cerebral, palsy, ballsy
Bad ass.
Dressed in black,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Crazy Town.
Yo, we strike like deep impact.

CHORUS:
Why can’t you see?
I cannot feel ‘til you bring
Me down.

Dream lands of danger.
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior.
Dream lands of danger.
Darkside pleasures
At their best.

My subconscience launches me
Into evil territory.
I’m surrounded by Voyeurs
And crack smoking lawyers.
No shame. Burnt lips,
Tripping on acid rain.
Legally insane, deranged,
Some people never change.

CHORUS

Nasty na na, ha, ha
Darkside marijuana.
Fueled of the drama.
Drifting on the darkside.
I’m the black eye bomber.
Do what I do on a darkside
Rendezvous.
Raising hell, out the shell.
Of fantasies I never tell.
Dispersin’ untamed perversion.
My bad brain’s working,
Circle jerking, rocking riddles,
Sex pistol, sexperts
Acting uncivil.

CHORUS



Black Cloud
Now people say I’m jinxed.
I got some kind of voodoo hex.
Life is so complex.
There’s no telling what can happen next.
Life on the edge,
Fuels the sickness in my head.
It imbeds the type of thoughts
That got a lot of brothers dead.
The smarter brother knows
To keep his foes close.
And I’m the type of brother
That’s smarter than most.
A cold hearted overdose
Of lyrical antidotes.
The cure to make sure
My karma can’t take me down.
Up to the same old tricks.
I wonder if I’ll stick around.
Is a penny really lucky
If you find it on the ground?
What’s the problem with this town?
I can’t figure it out.
My karma’s crashing down
In the form of a black cloud.

CHORUS:
I’ve got a little black cloud
That follows me.
Everywhere I go,
It takes over me.
(X2)

I’m sick.
I’ve got a real ill disposition.
My intentions are pure
But there’s a cure for my condition.
My decisions
Put me in the wrong positions.
Chasing pipe dreams
Of fame and recognition.
The Epic.
Not only a name,
A definition.
My game remains no matter the pain.
I stay the charmer.
The Don of Karma.
I navigate it like the Dalai Lama
I ain’t a saint.
But I’ve got Joi de vie
And I’m the one to blame
If the cloud rains on me.
I can’t complain about it
Or even let regret
Provoke the energy it takes
For me to get upset.
A bad boy since birth
So I can’t forget
What goes around
Comes around
And it ain’t got me yet.
I’ve gotten wise in my age
And tamed the threat of my rage.
I’ve got a lot to learn
And I’ve got money to spend.
To pretend is reaping more
Than sewing ever could mend.

CHORUS

Trade my torches for a dime
The pressure’s fading away now
Black cloud’s lifted for the light
The pressure’s fading away now.
A thousand cigarettes
Won’t change the way we feel.
The pressure’s fading now
Can you bare the thought of knowing truth?
Knowing truth.

I was rapping in the rain,
Hoping that my luck would change.
And if there’s any truth
To all those old sayings.
Cuz if I killed a spider,
Would my house catch on fire?
If I walked under a ladder
Would it matter?
I tend to laugh
When black cats cross my path.
Break mirrors in half
Just to test the aftermath
Now here comes rain.
I project my pain.
Trying to make sense
Of these crazy things.

I’m a diamond in the rough.
Could I suffer enough?
I’m getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck.
These hard times got me stuck.
Stuck in a jam
I’m the monkey on your back
And the crack in the dam.
Disastrous
Took time to master this.
And the past
Is just a map to capture this.
In the darkness.
I’m forced to adapt to this.
I would change the past
If I could have one wish.




Butterfly
Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side, there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill
Time is passing I'm asking could this be real?
Cause I can't sleep, I can't hold still
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal

I can feel, too much is never enough
You're always there to lift me up when these times get rough
I was lost, now I'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the women that I want
So yo I'm putting it down

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Yo my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake
You make me go crazy

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Yo my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake
You make me go crazy

I don't deserve you
Unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
But to tell truth I really never knew till I met you
See I was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it

My lifestyle's wild, I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files
So yo what's happening now?
I see the sun breaking in through dark clouds
And a vision of you, standing out in a crowd

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Yo my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake
You make me go crazy

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Yo my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake
You make me go crazy

Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
Whatever tickles your fancy
Girl it's me and you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy, almost evil
Talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead

You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase
And as far as I can see it don't get better than this
So butterfly here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss
And a thank you miss

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Yo my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake
You make me go crazy

Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Come my lady
Yo my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake
You make me go crazy

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Uh huh, uh huh
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me

Only When I'm Drunk
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
Conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone
Fucked up, tore back, I need to take a piss
Only when I'm drunk
I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma, sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off!
Nah, keep it going
Crazytown, yo y'all just not known'
I get drunk and start talking more shit
And when I got a gun in my hand
You better get out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget trying to rationalize, cover your eyes

I get, uh! Damn I'm drunk!
I need a chunk, no better yet
A hunk of that funk
I get, uh! Damn I'm drunk!
I need a chunk, no better yet
A hunk of that funk

Yeah I'm good bad, dope I'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes, yes
Crazy's comin' through you know we're gonna blow up
Hold up, wait, I think I'm gonna throw up
Nah, false alarm
I'm getting all ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when I'm drunk

Yeah, only when I'm drunk
Only when I'm drunk
It happens only when I'm drunk

It goes, one for the chronic two for the amnesia
I'm that crazy white boy with the drinks in the freezer
Bust a one out, two out blitz type of rapper
That will get you out of your seat quicker than a car jacker
Sippin' colt forty fever when I'm coolin' with my people
Got ho's in east Columbus when I'm Billy D. Rico
"Cause I move like I'm smooth like Like I'm Harry Belafonte
Lookin' for them suckers that jumped my homey Le Le
All up in this bitch
with the Gin and Tanqueray dink like Mr.Wendal smoke bud like Dr Dre.
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that of shit
God damn, I gotta piss
I pass the mic to Mr. Shift

I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin' it must be that brew that I was sippin'
Kickin' in, guess I shouldn't have mixed it with the Gin
Cause when I'm laying on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin' I got to hurl any second
Want to get up but can't move
Feels like I'm stuck in a groove
What the fuck was I trying to prove
I got a knack for downin' four-o's
All the hos know them doobie bros
People call me shift I keep a fifth in my trunk
I might fuck an ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk


Yeah, only when I'm drunk
Only when I'm drunk
It happens only when I'm drunk



Hollywood Babylon
If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
There’s mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la café, Bambatta flashy fashion.
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame
And recognition.
They’re on a mission for self, baby
We’re like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
We’re like clinique.
Foundation resonates when I speak.
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hitting, choking up.
You’ve done it now and woken up.
The giant scientist of hits
That make you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists.
So, if you’re catching a fit.
I don’t really know but you better scram,
Hurry in a double.

CHORUS:
It goes on
On and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don’t stop ‘til the
Mystery’s gone.
I’ve seen it all, I’ll see it again.
I shake a lot of hands
But I don’t got a lot of friends.
It goes on. On and on and on.
Hell raising Hollywood,
Welcome to Babylon.

Live from the city of lights.
Sunny days and late nights.
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars
And bar fights.
I drop. Makes the bells rock.
I’m Mr. Shifty Shellshock
Call me the man of the hour
In the land of the lost.
Taking the money and the power.
CXT, we hold our own
All eyes on us.
Crazy rise rain like brimstone,
Kicking up dust.
I grab the mic with a firm hold
In a world of shattered goals,
Pot holes, broke folks and
Bank roll.
Pole position.
Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc.
So, ready set.
I’m more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, she’s got to have it, habit.
Sick, I leave them stuck.
I’m getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck.

CHORUS

I’m screaming out the call of the wild.
I’m speaking in tongues.
I am the child of the sun.
The power of one.
I beat the drums
Of the Crazy Town click.
It’s the third eye sitting on the tip.
Of the pyramid flipped.
Now I see a little shotty,
Illuminatti front.
Dead bodies in my trunk.
Unraveling the source,
I travel into self.
You gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth.
The consequences linger
And I’m fingering the perpetrators.
Hey yo, my nature was bred
On the cross fader.
It’s the 7th house.
Armageddon trudger.
Ready for death,

It’s the brimstone slugger.

CHORUS




Face The Music
Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words force fed to your mind.
Trace the source brother, brother.
Face the music, don’t confuse it for another.
Nothing comes close to this
Kiss the sky.
These grands change hands
As our fans multiply.
We push rhymes.
People gather ‘round when we
Kick them.
Go Boy, Shifty stick ‘em.
Ha ha ha stick ‘em.
Burning bridges, smoking ism,
Losing my religion,
Shooting the breeze,
We got these MC’s ass kissing.
If you can’t take the heat,
Then get your ass out of the kitchen.
I freak it off the wall.
Crammin’, slammin’ points of view
Into your fucking skull.
Bitch, that’s why we stick ‘em.

CHORUS:
Stick ‘em
Ha ha ha stick ‘em
Ha stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick ‘em.
Stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick ‘em
Stick ‘em, stick-em, stick ‘em.
Stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick ‘em.
Ha stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick ‘em.

Well, I tapped you on the spinal
With an anesthetic.
Epic is the definition
Written into grooves of vinyl.
It’s called survival,
When I drop the stylish into friction.
Techtonic traits.
Drifting like the plates,
It shakes like the quakes in Cali.
The mystic Majaraji.
Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid.
Producer super status.
I’m here to claim my reign
As the baddest beat peddler.
So, place your bet middler.
The roof is a blaze.
And yo, we’re smoking out the fiddler.
We’re sipping on a hundred proof liquor.
Welcome to the dooms day dawning.
Hot like the sun.
No time to relax.
We pack the doomsday gun.

CHORUS

Call me a drifter, richter.
When I hit you with the stick ‘em.
I’m talking shit.
The pit starter.
A wanted man.
The one who cuffed your daughter
To my bed stand
AND
I talk a lot of shit
because I know a lot of shit
I know, I said I’d quit.
But I just want another hit.
It’s madness.
Pimping like Gladys,
The baddest.
Maintain our status.
That is no question.
Releasing tension,
As we step into the seventh dimension.
This jabber jaw’s, jaws are slapping.
We’s what’s happening.
Bones are breaking
And fingers snapping.
The pressure’s on
With non-stop action.
Whether banging your head
Or steady maxing.

CHORUS




Lollipop Porn
Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on heaven’s door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I’m your puppet master pushin’ proper data
Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don’t stop
You like that rock hip-hop you make me grab my crotch

CHORUS:
I got a lollipop porn bitch
Dead on arrival
A hardcore sex bitch turned
Suicidal
All caught up now taking my chances playing my song
While the devil dances ‘round me beggin’ me to play along

Now over the years I’ve learned to love the pain
I’m what you call a ladykiller with the gift of game
Triple X true that you do dat dat
Let it ride bring it back over 24 tracks
We’re gonna rock the fuckin’ block tonight
We’re gonna rock that shit gonna make it right
Diggi, diggi damn right, we’s dynomite
So we can do this or you can do what you like
I grab the mic and make it mine
I grab the mic and make it hype
So we can do this, or you can do what you like

CHORUS

Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risks, life is risky
The “E” stands for Epic and the “S” stands for Shifty
So let the good times roll, there’s no controlling us
Walking on water and kicking up dust
The boisterous, causing panic in the land of lust
The shellshock lollipop crazy down to make your body rock
Sugar I love the way your body talks
Now, whoever said that sex was overrated
Love leaves me devastated, life’s so fuckin’ complicated
Shifty say what, Epic’s a beat slut
And I got so many rhymes I can’t keep my mouth shut

CHORUS




Revolving Door
CHORUS:
Now Ladies come, ladies go,
Out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back,
Most come back for more.
I’ve got a house in the hills
With a door that spins.
Goes in and out,
Out and in,
‘Round and ‘round again.

I live a life these player haters
Would love to be living.
Since a kid, I’ve been surrounded
By beautiful women.
And slippen’ in them
To win them
The unforgiven.
Still something’s missing,
Cuz deep inside I’m suffering
Of a lonely heart condition.
Wishing I could find a girl
That would take me away
From the chaos of the city
And the everday part that I play.
Tell me why lay low,
Why say no
When I got girls serenading at
My window.
Ladies good to go
We’s major league
The new breed. No so-so.
Highly advanced and got the game
To get in any girl’s pants.
And romance her stone
Cuz I more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone
I make them moan
Yes, I’m the one.
Between the sheets,
I amaze and stun.
Ain’t no need for me to brag
About the way that I’m hung.
Let’s just say I got the skills
To get the flyest girl sprung.
Or to take and make
An older lady feel young.

CHORUS

I keep my girls in rotation,
Door rotating.
You looking for a good time,
I’m always on vacation.
You could stop by baby,
If you want to try your luck.
But don’t waste my time,
Unless you’re down to fuck.
Unless you’re coming back for more,
Well then you know what’s up.
You know the routine
Girl, you’re not the one.
You’re just a one night fling.
Some ass to hold this casanova over.
Till the right girl pass,
I’ll drop this lifestyle fast.
Cuz what I’m really looking for
Is the one will last
And make my present past.
My adolescence surpassed.
By the will to chill,
I’m looking for something real.
In a world of fake hos in high heels
I’ll drop hot wax on your nipples,
Causing trouble.
And when you ride me,
Yo, I’ll be throwing up that triple double
My sex drive’s kicking.
I’m sexually exploring.
So many possibilities,
It seems my life could never get boring.
Cuz I’m not fucking around.
I’ll rub you down the right way.
I’ll rock your world nightly.
So, can I hit it lightly?
Yo, girl, I like it like that.
Let me hit it from the back.
I’m a natural aphrodisiac.
Better known as a Mac.

CHORUS




Players (Only Love You When They're Playing)
No doubt I’m the one your mama
Warned you about
I’m known for taking ladies home
And turning them out.
Like kissing all the girlies and
Making them cry.
I’m a wise guy with wits
The opposite of shy
Make your girl’s pussy shiver
When she looks in my eyes.
So uh.
One’s for the money,
Two’s for the honeys
Three’s for the pimp’s players
And the playboy bunnies.
You best believe I throw down.
Ain’t no need to slow down
You name the place and the time.
Find Mr. Shifty at the showdown.
Tearing you up.
That’s why all the fly girls
Just can’t get enough.
Said I loved you,
And you believed it was true.
That’s hilarious.
But your mother should have
Warned you about
Guys like us.

Freak, freak y’all
Yeah, you know what I’m saying.
‘Cause players only love you
When we’re playing

CHORUS:
Now players only love you
when we’re playing.
These women,
They will come
And they will go.
And all you players know just
What I’m saying
It’s amazing just how many
Girls we know.

I know it ain’t right.
But I don’t want to change.
I’ve got so many dames,
I can’t remember their names.
But don’t be confused,
‘Cause girls are players too.
So, we’re going to tell you
About a girl we knew.
She was a pretty rebel.
A punk rock girl.
With a wicked sex drive
And the mind of a devil.
Like Agent 99,
Under cover all the time.
You want another kiss
You better rack another line.
Unique in design,
This freak was kind of fine.
But she’s not the only one.
There’s plenty of her kind.
Ain’t nothing funny baby,
Her game’s so tight,
She can make the sun shine
In the middle of the night.
She knows what she wants
And she gets it when
she wants it.
She knows that you want it
She’s got it, so she flaunts it.
So, get up on it.
You know the old saying.
Players only love you
When they’re playing.

CHORUS

Only the strong survive
I come alive and hit my mark.
The after dark player caper
Can’t lie, I’m on the take.
A heartbreaker tonight.
The ladies call me Mr. Right.
And others call me a freak.
Girl, it’s okay if you bite.
Some like it violent.
Mr. Mysterious type
Strong and silent
King player
I cast a hex
Inebriated talk of sex.

(Epic, I’m so into you)

Manipulation
I’m talking triple X rated
Sophisticated,
I’m game to elevate your mind.
An understated flirt
The chemistry’s hot.
You can’t deny.
So realize the size of it.
I can see it in your eyes.
I’d love to touch you baby.
And taste the essence of you.

You want to play?
Now, let me hear you scream
Out my name.
Players only love you when
they’re playing.

CHORUS




B-Boy 2000
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.


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