The Gift of Game Album

Artist(s): Crazy Town

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Crazy Town The Gift of Game Cover Art



length: 0:26



length: 2:49
lyricist: Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur, Seth Brooks Binzer
composer: Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur, Seth Brooks Binzer
Catch a fire, Fire it up
Corrupt stirring it up

It's buring hot, drifing
Hitting every slot
With a drop kick ,

It's toxic
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit
I've lost it
And that the only way that we rock shit
Banging heads and ripping threads
If i wasn't rocking shows
I'd be better of dead

With a one two
One word can destroy your whole crew
And that's toxic

Toxic, loud and abnoxious
Crazy Town's toxic
With that, rock your block Shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block with that
stright out the block shit

A budda, blastic
Blacklisted. twisted of faith
My vocal's fatal
As naughty v block concotions
Rock youe cradel
I thought I wait 'til The timeing was right
To inginte
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 the crew with?
More has than vivid
Lyrics explicit
So fuck the crities
We leave them hanging
like INXS.


Toxic threasholds of
Colomibian gold
You can't roll how we roll
We possess you soul
And push the panic

Is it godly or satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds refind or frantic
Just the way we planned it

See. we be stomping around The planet
And we stand alone
We inflitrate your chromosomes
No clone
Our DNA has got a strain
Of it's own And it's Toxic


Think Fast

length: 3:53
You Know that bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique but he don't Crazy
You see the writing on my dick
You know that trick, Tracy
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 there ass kicked
and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich
they'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
you gotta 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 were you're headed you's alive to regret it
yes it hurts
to face the truth and realize that the worlds 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 wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
thinking they're going to peel
my niggas cap
roaming the streets with black hats
chrome straps
sipping on brew
ready to react
of any nigga they see that nigga could be my
capital I.C.E.
got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest
thinking they could test
a real riderfrom the west

I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos' been good to me
but you've got to take precautions
Brothers get got what 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 shelia got a daugter
She be clubbing every night
Shelia 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 tryingh 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 lost star
My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused
See we be breaking the law
Somking on non-menthols thinking fast so I'm ready for any all out brawls
And ya. 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 zag and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night.


length: 3:53
writer: Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
At their best

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.

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.


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
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.


Black Cloud

length: 5:03
Now people say I'm jinxed
I got some kind of voodoo hex
Life is so complex
There's no telling what could happen next
Life on the edge,
Fuels the sickness in my head
It embeds 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 brothers
That 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?
I can't figure it out
My karma crashing down
In the form of a black cloud

[Chorus: x2]
I've got a little black cloud,
That follows me
Everywhere I go
It takes over me

I'm sick
I've got an 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 a charmer
The Don of Karma
I navigate like the Dalli 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 tame the treat of my rage
I've got allot to learn
And I've got money to spend
To pretend is reaping more
Than sewing ever could mend


Trade my torches for a dime
Black cloud's lifted for the light
The pressure's fading away now
A thousands cigarettes
Won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now
Can you bare the though 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 all sayings
'Cause if I kill a spider
Would my house catch on fire?
If I walk under a ladder
Would it matter?
I tend to laugh
When a black cats cross my path
Break mirrors in half
Just to test the aftermath
Now here comes the rain
I protect 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 ****
These hard times got me stuck
Stuck in a jam
Took time to master this
And the past
Is just a map to capture this
In the darkness
I'm force to adapt to this
I would change the past
If I could have one wish



length: 3:37
producer: Brian Virtue, Josh Abraham and Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur
mixer: Josh Abraham
writer: Shifty Shellshock, Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur, Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Chad Smith, John Frusciante
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 cos 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 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
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

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
To tell the truth, I really never knew 'til I met you
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
And yo, what' s happening now?
I see the sun breaking
Shining 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
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
So whatever tickles your fancy
Girl, it's you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy, almost evil
Talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think 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
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby

Only When I’m Drunk

length: 2:48
producer: Jay Gordon
writer: J‐Ro, Tyrone Thomas, Alexander Randolph, E‐Swift, Tash
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a ***** to bone
When I'm alone
****ed 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
No, keep it going
Crazy Town, yo y'all just not known'
I get drunk and start talking more ****
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 chuck, no better yet
A hunk of that ****
I get, (Uh!) damn I'm drunk.
I need a chuck, no better yet
A hunk of that ****
Yeah I'm good bad, dope
I'm freak fresh
I'm make hip-hop fans say "yes" "yes"
Crazy's comin' through
You know we're gonna blow up
Na' 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
Bitz type 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 he'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*****
With the grin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr.Wendal
Smoke bud like Dr Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough
To do that of ****
God damn I gotta piss
I pass the mic to Mr. Shift
I get drunk and can't nobody
Whoop me
I'm trippin'
I must be that brew that I 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
Felon' I got to hurl any second
Want to get up but can't move
Feels like I'm stuck in a groove
What the **** was I trying to prove
I got a knack for dawin' four-o's
All the hos know them Doobie Bros.
People call me shift
I keep a fifth in my trunk
I might **** an ugly *****
But only when I'm drunk


Yeah, one two, one two
Only when I'm drunk

Hollywood Babylon

length: 4:24
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 dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion
Imagine crashing bashes with *****es
That be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition
There on a mission for self, baby
Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot were like Clinque
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 catching a fit
I really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double.

It goes on and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to Babylon
It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.
I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends.
It goes on, and on and on hell rasing 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 mike with a firm hold
In a world of shattered goals, pot holes, broke fokes and bank roll
Pole position
Daddy rolling, rolling causing havoc so, ready set
I'm more than set like Morissette to Maverick
Gotta, she's got to have it, habit sick, I leave them stuck
I'm getting high for a living not giving a ****.

It goes on and on and on hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon
It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.
I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends.
It goes on, and on and on hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon.

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
Illuminati front
Dead bodes in my trunk.
Unraveling the source
I travel in to self
Gauge my wage and you try to debate my wealth
The consequences linger and I'm fingering the perpetrators
Hey yo, my nature was bread on the cross fader
It's the seventh house
Armageddon trudger ready for death
It's the brimstone slugger

It goes on and on and on hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon
It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.
I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake allot of hands but I don't got alot of friends.
It goes on, and on and on hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon

Face the Music

length: 3:25
Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes,
Words forced 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 *** kissing
If you can't take the heat get your *** out the kitchen
I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points
of view into your ****ing skull *****
That's why we stick em.

Stick 'em ha ha ha stick em
Ha stick 'em, ha ha ha
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, tectonic traits drifting like the plates
It shakes like the quakes in Cali
The mystic maharaji
Mission of the kamikaze come back kid
Producer supper status
I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler
So place your bet middler
The rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler
We're sippin' on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning.
Hot like the sun
No time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.

Stick em ha ha ha stick em
Ha stick em, ha ha ha
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.

Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em
I'm talking ****
The pit starter a wanted man
The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I
Talk a lot of **** because I know a lot of ****
I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit
It's madness pimpin' like Gladys
The baddest
Maintainer 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
The bones are breaking
And fingers snapping
The pressure is on with non stop action
Whether banging your head or steady maxing.

Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em, ha ha ha
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

Lollipop Porn

length: 3:55
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

I got a lollipop porn bitch
Dead on arrival
A hardcore sex bitch turned
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


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


Revolving Door

length: 3:41
writer: Shifty Shellshock, Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur
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.


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.


Players (Only Love You When They’re Playing)

length: 4:14
(Seth Binzer, Bret Mazur, A. Valli, Bernard Williams)

No doubt I'm the one your mama warned you about
I'm know 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 show down
Tearing you up that's why all the fly girls Just can't get enough
Said I loved you, and you believe it was true
That's hilarious but you 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.

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 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
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.


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 heart breaker tonight the ladies call me Mr. Right and others call me a freak girl, it's ok 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)
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 and 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.


B-Boy 2000

length: 4:28
producer: Jay Gordon
mixer: John X
additional guest: KRS‐One
writer: Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret ‘Epic’ Mazur, Anthony Valli, Doug Miller, Bernard Alexander Williams, Charlie Anthony Lopez, KRS‐One
This is the last trip.
This is the last trip.
Boogie down, Crazy Town.

I’m a bad ass B-Boy
Two triple O.
A space age hip-hop

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.


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?


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 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.


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,
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.


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.

This is the last trip.
This is the last trip.


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