Gift Of Game

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.

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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.

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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.

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This is the last trip.
This is the last trip.
CXT KRS-One
Boogie down, Crazy Town.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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

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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
Toxic

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.

[CHORUS]

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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(ricardo smith, eric brooks, james robinson)

I get drunk and i stumble to the phone and 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!
No, keep it going
Crazy town, 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 chunck, 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' thru you know we're gonna blow up
Hold up wait i think i'm gonna throw 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.

Chorus:
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 iwas 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.

Chorus:
Yeah, only when i'm drunk
Only when i'm drunk it happens only when i'm drunk.

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