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Black cloud Lyrics by Crazy Town
Black cloud by Crazy Town
Chorus: I'm a bad as 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 f**k 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/ Hit to lose it/ It's that crazy crew/ Talking You on a hide 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-boys 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 runs and get our ticket/ Because when you come into this jam, the party will be kickin'/ All the wic Wacs and DJ's in the house jealous it get 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 you 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 a hard drive bits/ Written under ground/ Crazy Town rock so hard, you'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe/ I'll Thoughts disperse we're the first and last/ High class, white trash/ Rolling a classic hover craft/ In strong days the wickedest ways/ Because 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-girl 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 hit ever since L.C.D/ hallucinate while I dominate/ I bring Satan to 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 come to get down with my clique Crazy Town we came to get down/ Yes, yes y'all we come to get down.
CHROUS: Put you 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 the last trip.. This is the last trip.