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[craig
Hah!
My momma said back when i was
That you was so now your ass gets torn
(wake it up mack)
My style is
on my bad side an mc on a high
Now we to set this off
and funk rattlin (one two) send mc's up north
I never had to with the mic
I the funk so dynamite
So mc's might wanna bite
Welcome to 1994 (welcome) beats thump
Rhymes that's bumpin now at backdoor
Never figured got funk for days (what)
When "project: funk da world" brought the new craze
(wake it up)
And mc's get one line
the genuine take out deep max on your mind
I'ma hit you with the pow
Bolder than moscow, mc's your now
Here it

Mc's. judgment is. now (now mc's)
Mc's your judgment day is now (it's time, it comes)
Mc's. judgment is. (hahhh) now
As we get down - mc's your day is now
Here it comes,

Here comes the one they king mc
If you're tired of phony fake rhymes that be (fake)
I'm back this deeper than minds of minolta
better than preacher up on an altar
(amen boy)
I that i have pardoned, pardoned
No need for bad startin in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And kinda hungry tonight
So i pulls out the ground a fat rhyme to
I don't means to boast but the most is me host
On post, kickin til they ghost (ghost)
Craig is here to stay
Rugged as a mountain bike on mc day
(go ahead)
From now until the gone
In the chess game of rap, mc's nothin but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap romps your town (through your town)
And mc's around, to put your panties down (put it down)

Mc's. judgment is. now (it's time)
Mc's your is now (mc's, check your clock, it's on)
(mc's) your judgment is. (hahhh) now (mack the dope)
Mc's your judgment day is now (with the flav, down)

It was a rumble tumble, i put the bee inside the
wicked type of hyper, won't never fumble (ahh)
I like a tugboat do
Watch the virus, mack the dope, affectin you
Is rap you can't deal, what's the matter?
The badder the don dadda is still fatter
You be how it sound and shit
And have you dance i battle for the sponsorin
And you can thank bad boy for
A for layin mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn't a louder hoop
When i pollute, the with funk to the roof
Mad rhymes we bust, in god we
And mc's don't discuss when ya turn to dust
(ashes to ashes)
the year, 1994. when mc's hit the floor

Mc's. judgment is. (hahhh) now
Mc's your is now (final call, mc's, we get down)
Mc's. your is. (here comes the mack) now
(to clean house) mc's judgment day is now, boyeee
(here it boyee, it's time, hahhh. ahahhhhhh, boyeee)