Lucky Boys Confusion: LBC

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