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It's
As you may heard
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to play this
Mr DJ, don't mean to you down

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I up like a rocket
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
Messin up my creativity with all negativity
so now I'm gin-and-seng
Anything to with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, waiting on the nation
to get my style
Cos I'm to transmit into some funky 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 cocks
Osh miss iss oh shit
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Mack like that, ugh!

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


Oh if, I could sucker-suckertash
When I I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like
I'm not greedy, I the needy, I smokes a beady
I feel, the need to stroke the
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to me in your mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug
fo' reala, I drinks Miller, ugh
up in the sky ARGH 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 light, Kotter Welcome Back