So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down       Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down       3 dollars to get inside       LBC flying high tonight       I need a pleasure release sort of like masturbation       Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation       It grows, on the mic where I flow       Hide all your fans cause the shit's about to blow       I'm gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics       Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics       Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired       Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire!       Right up in ya, as we continue       To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya       Out, I doubt, no competition       When I'm on the microphone you listen       You're missing the point, kid spark the joint       It's the way that you live, when you're a lucky boy       This recipe yeah you know me       This 5-piece band called LBC       Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you       But my world revolves around me; no it's not conceit       Just a realization that at first I put myself before you       So I can stand on my own two feet, right next to thee       Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic       I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like       So skip the trip, and spend the night       Cause I'm believing that the time is right       L to the B we don't quit       With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit       The 5 of us with this reggae punk child       Break em on in Stubhystyle       It's that L dot B dot C dot scene       Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach       But from Chicago, we'll make your mind boggle       If you meet the fungi from Colorado       Always kicking down with our boys from the Swizzle       Everybody said our styles would fade and fizzle       My hair's still skunking don't be perpetrating me       I've rocking the mic since 1993       Oh, when I'm frustrated I've got anger in my head       I think of the relative ease of the life I've led       So many struggled and died so I may breathe air that's free       I hope when they look upon me they deem me worthy       We're just children of this wasted generation       Trying to make the best of our situation       So we play our music all night long       Till everyone will know when they hear this song       And here we go       Yes it's that 5 tone Lucky Boy posse       Pass me the Red Stripe so I can get saucy       And watch all the girls jiggle-wiggle their hips       Point to us and they pucker their lips       This LBC let me tell you what's in store       We'll play all night if you scream encore       It's the way we jam       LBC (Labuck) hits the stage don't try to compete       Ryan sits down and lays down the beat       Adam steps up and he matches the groove       Joe kicks the lead and J starts to move       Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance       420 Geeks try to make room       Carlito's getting naked and we're dancing, we're dancing       This is one from the Townkrier, come to get you higher       Happy to engage in the smoke like a fire       Boom! Come on and make room       Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer       Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan       Get high, get by any way I can       I drop the flow you drop the flavor       Kick the bassline just ask the neighbor