The Gift Of Game Lyrics
ToxicCatch a fire, fire it up.
Corrupt, stirring it up.
Its burning hot, drifting,
Hitting every slot,
With a drop kick, its toxic.
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit.
Ive lost it.
And thats the only way that we rock shit.
Banging heads and ripping threads.
If I wasnt rocking shows,
Id be better off dead.
With a one, two.
One word can destroy your whole crew.
And thats toxic.
CHORUS:
Toxic, loud and obnoxious.
Crazy Towns 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 vocals fatal.
As naughty block concoctions
Rock your cradle.
I thought Id 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 somebodys got to do it.
So, whos 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 cant 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 its toxic.
CHORUS
Think FastYou know that bitch baby.
Hes talking shit about our clique.
But he dont know crazy.
You see the writing on my dick.
You know that trick, Tracey.
Yeah, shes 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,
Theyd be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
Youve got to change your tune
Or change your pitch.
Because life aint easy man,
Lifes a bitch.
Shit is harder than hard
About as hard can get.
Keep on going where youre headed
Yous alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth.
And realize that the worlds
Got your neck in a noose.
If things aint like they ought to be
Youve 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 theyre 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 ghettos been good to me
But youve got to take precautions.
Brothers get got when they least
Expect it or neglect it.
Youll 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 youre stuck on.
That girl Sheila got a daughter.
She be clubbing every night.
Sheila had her daughter young.
Still that just aint right.
Plus she rides the white horse,
She used to ride my pony.
If I hit it now, Id break it
Cause Sheilas just too bony.
Smoking speed released the lions.
Im not lying.
Im not sober.
Im 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 familys not too happy
With the trouble that Ive caused.
See, we be breaking the law,
Smoking on non-menthols,
Thinking fast so Im 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.
Theres a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night.
DarksideDreamlands 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.
Devils 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.
Im 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 cant 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.
Im 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.
Im 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 brains working,
Circle jerking, rocking riddles,
Sex pistol, sexperts
Acting uncivil.
CHORUS
Black CloudNow people say Im jinxed.
I got some kind of voodoo hex.
Life is so complex.
Theres 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 Im the type of brother
Thats smarter than most.
A cold hearted overdose
Of lyrical antidotes.
The cure to make sure
My karma cant take me down.
Up to the same old tricks.
I wonder if Ill stick around.
Is a penny really lucky
If you find it on the ground?
Whats the problem with this town?
I cant figure it out.
My karmas crashing down
In the form of a black cloud.
CHORUS:
Ive got a little black cloud
That follows me.
Everywhere I go,
It takes over me.
(X2)
Im sick.
Ive got a real ill disposition.
My intentions are pure
But theres 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 aint a saint.
But Ive got Joi de vie
And Im the one to blame
If the cloud rains on me.
I cant complain about it
Or even let regret
Provoke the energy it takes
For me to get upset.
A bad boy since birth
So I cant forget
What goes around
Comes around
And it aint got me yet.
Ive gotten wise in my age
And tamed the threat of my rage.
Ive got a lot to learn
And Ive got money to spend.
To pretend is reaping more
Than sewing ever could mend.
CHORUS
Trade my torches for a dime
The pressures fading away now
Black clouds lifted for the light
The pressures fading away now.
A thousand cigarettes
Wont change the way we feel.
The pressures 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 theres 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.
Im a diamond in the rough.
Could I suffer enough?
Im getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck.
These hard times got me stuck.
Stuck in a jam
Im 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.
Im forced to adapt to this.
I would change the past
If I could have one wish.
ButterflyCome 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 DrunkI 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 BabylonIf you got an itch to catch some havoc.
Theres 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.
Theyre on a mission for self, baby
Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
Were like clinique.
Foundation resonates when I speak.
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hitting, choking up.
Youve 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 youre catching a fit.
I dont 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 dont stop til the
Mysterys gone.
Ive seen it all, Ill see it again.
I shake a lot of hands
But I dont 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.
Im 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.
Im more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, shes got to have it, habit.
Sick, I leave them stuck.
Im getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck.
CHORUS
Im screaming out the call of the wild.
Im speaking in tongues.
I am the child of the sun.
The power of one.
I beat the drums
Of the Crazy Town click.
Its 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 Im fingering the perpetrators.
Hey yo, my nature was bred
On the cross fader.
Its the 7th house.
Armageddon trudger.
Ready for death,
Its the brimstone slugger.
CHORUS
Face The MusicNow, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words force fed to your mind.
Trace the source brother, brother.
Face the music, dont 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 MCs ass kissing.
If you cant 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, thats 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.
Its 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.
Im here to claim my reign
As the baddest beat peddler.
So, place your bet middler.
The roof is a blaze.
And yo, were smoking out the fiddler.
Were 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.
Im 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 Id quit.
But I just want another hit.
Its madness.
Pimping like Gladys,
The baddest.
Maintain our status.
That is no question.
Releasing tension,
As we step into the seventh dimension.
This jabber jaws, jaws are slapping.
Wes whats happening.
Bones are breaking
And fingers snapping.
The pressures on
With non-stop action.
Whether banging your head
Or steady maxing.
CHORUS
Lollipop PornDancing with the devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on heavens door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
Im 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 dont 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 Ive learned to love the pain
Im 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
Were gonna rock the fuckin block tonight
Were gonna rock that shit gonna make it right
Diggi, diggi damn right, wes 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, theres 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, lifes so fuckin complicated
Shifty say what, Epics a beat slut
And I got so many rhymes I cant keep my mouth shut
CHORUS
Revolving DoorCHORUS:
Now Ladies come, ladies go,
Out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back,
Most come back for more.
Ive 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, Ive been surrounded
By beautiful women.
And slippen in them
To win them
The unforgiven.
Still somethings missing,
Cuz deep inside Im 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
Wes major league
The new breed. No so-so.
Highly advanced and got the game
To get in any girls pants.
And romance her stone
Cuz I more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone
I make them moan
Yes, Im the one.
Between the sheets,
I amaze and stun.
Aint no need for me to brag
About the way that Im hung.
Lets 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,
Im always on vacation.
You could stop by baby,
If you want to try your luck.
But dont waste my time,
Unless youre down to fuck.
Unless youre coming back for more,
Well then you know whats up.
You know the routine
Girl, youre not the one.
Youre just a one night fling.
Some ass to hold this casanova over.
Till the right girl pass,
Ill drop this lifestyle fast.
Cuz what Im really looking for
Is the one will last
And make my present past.
My adolescence surpassed.
By the will to chill,
Im looking for something real.
In a world of fake hos in high heels
Ill drop hot wax on your nipples,
Causing trouble.
And when you ride me,
Yo, Ill be throwing up that triple double
My sex drives kicking.
Im sexually exploring.
So many possibilities,
It seems my life could never get boring.
Cuz Im not fucking around.
Ill rub you down the right way.
Ill rock your world nightly.
So, can I hit it lightly?
Yo, girl, I like it like that.
Let me hit it from the back.
Im a natural aphrodisiac.
Better known as a Mac.
CHORUS
Players (Only Love You When They're Playing)No doubt Im the one your mama
Warned you about
Im known for taking ladies home
And turning them out.
Like kissing all the girlies and
Making them cry.
Im a wise guy with wits
The opposite of shy
Make your girls pussy shiver
When she looks in my eyes.
So uh.
Ones for the money,
Twos for the honeys
Threes for the pimps players
And the playboy bunnies.
You best believe I throw down.
Aint no need to slow down
You name the place and the time.
Find Mr. Shifty at the showdown.
Tearing you up.
Thats why all the fly girls
Just cant get enough.
Said I loved you,
And you believed it was true.
Thats hilarious.
But your mother should have
Warned you about
Guys like us.
Freak, freak yall
Yeah, you know what Im saying.
Cause players only love you
When were playing
CHORUS:
Now players only love you
when were playing.
These women,
They will come
And they will go.
And all you players know just
What Im saying
Its amazing just how many
Girls we know.
I know it aint right.
But I dont want to change.
Ive got so many dames,
I cant remember their names.
But dont be confused,
Cause girls are players too.
So, were 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 shes not the only one.
Theres plenty of her kind.
Aint nothing funny baby,
Her games 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
Shes got it, so she flaunts it.
So, get up on it.
You know the old saying.
Players only love you
When theyre playing.
CHORUS
Only the strong survive
I come alive and hit my mark.
The after dark player caper
Cant lie, Im on the take.
A heartbreaker tonight.
The ladies call me Mr. Right.
And others call me a freak.
Girl, its 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, Im so into you)
Manipulation
Im talking triple X rated
Sophisticated,
Im game to elevate your mind.
An understated flirt
The chemistrys hot.
You cant deny.
So realize the size of it.
I can see it in your eyes.
Id 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
theyre playing.
CHORUS
B-Boy 2000This is the last trip.
This is the last trip.
CXT KRS-One
Boogie down, Crazy Town.
CHORUS:
Im 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
Its 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 its time to explode.
CHORUS
If you ever want to know what time it is,
Compared to what time it isnt,
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 DJs 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 cant hack it.
When you gonna ask the question why.
I never liked working at Mickey Ds,
All my life I got Bs and Cs.
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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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,
Youll go berserk
With the sound that travels
Around the universe.
Ill thoughts disperse
Were the first and last,
High class, white trash,
Rolling a classic hovercraft.
In strange days,
The wickedest ways
Become the norm.
But its 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.
Im 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, Im the baddest
Beach front punks,
They insist Im 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 Im 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 yall
We came to get down.
CHORUS
Put your mind over matter
Gather round the sound
Yeah, gather round the sound.
It dont 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 dont get better, gather
Round the sound
Come on, gather round the sound.
CXT
This is the last trip.
This is the last trip.