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[craig
Hah!
My momma said when i was born
you was warned so now your ass gets torn
(wake it up mack)
My is bonafide
on my bad side an mc on a high
Now we about to set off
and funk rattlin (one two) send mc's up north
I never had to with the mic
I make the so dynamite
So mc's might wanna bite
to 1994 (welcome) beats that thump
Rhymes bumpin now at your backdoor
Never figured mack got for days (what)
"project: funk da world" brought the brand new craze
(wake it up)
And can't get one line
When the genuine out deep max on your mind
hit you with the boom pow
Bolder than moscow, mc's judgment's now
Here it

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

Here comes the one they call mc
If you're tired of those phony fake that be (fake)
I'm with this deeper than minds of minolta
Preachin better than preacher up on an
(amen boy)
I feel i have pardoned, pardoned
No for bad grammar startin in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And i'ma kinda hungry
So i out the ground a fat rhyme to recite
I don't means to but the most is me your host
On post, flav til they ghost (ghost)
Craig mack is to stay
Rugged as a mountain bike on mc day
(go ahead)
From now until the earth's
In the chess game of rap, ain't nothin but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap through your town (through your town)
And around, time to put your panties down (put it down)

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

It was a rumble tumble, i put the bee the bumble
Kickin wicked type of hyper, won't fumble (ahh)
I float like a do
Watch the virus, the dope, start affectin you
Is rap real? you can't deal, what's the
The badder the don dadda is still fatter
You be lovin how it sound and
And have you dance when i battle for the
And you can thank bad boy for
A for layin mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn't make a hoop
i pollute, the world with funk to the roof
Mad rhymes we bust, in god we
And mc's don't discuss when ya back to dust
(ashes to ashes)
Mark the year, 1994. mc's hit the floor

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