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It's
As you may heard
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to this loud
Mr DJ, mean to sweat you down

I stuck my in the socket, I blew up like a rocket
in the market, now I stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they me?
Messin up my creativity with all negativity
so now I'm gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the
to get my style
Cos I'm about to transmit into some ish
Can you get with
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their
Osh miss iss oh shit
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh then let's split it
a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
wit my boy Mack like that, ugh!

[Craig
Don't sweat me
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave shakin in the ground
Here come the bumpenin
more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a raft
Down with Sista, it's the MC twister
Mackalicious boy pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth dental floss
So up and don't sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls that
Hittin like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get back in forth off the


Oh if, I bring sucker-suckertash
When I farts I cash from my ass
Cos If You Think You're Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I a beady
I feel, the need to the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to slurp me in your mouth spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for
Black eyed peas, all in my like fleas
Oh we's smell
All in my
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Back