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[craig
Hah!
My momma back when i was born
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
Bass and funk rattlin (one two) send up north
I never had to fight the mic
I make the funk so
So mc's might wanna bite
to 1994 (welcome) beats that thump
Rhymes that's bumpin now at your
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
When the genuine take out deep max on your
I'ma hit you with the pow
Bolder than moscow, your judgment's now
Here it

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

Here the one they call king mc
If you're tired of those phony fake that be (fake)
I'm back with this deeper than of minolta
Preachin better than up on an altar
(amen boy)
I feel that i have pardoned,
No need for bad 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 boast but the most is me host
On post, kickin flav til ghost (ghost)
mack is here to stay
Rugged as a bike on mc judgment day
(go ahead)
From now until the earth's
In the chess game of rap, mc's ain't but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap romps through 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 judgement is now (mc's, check clock, it's on)
Mc's (mc's) judgment is. (hahhh) now (mack the dope)
your judgment day is now (with the flav, gettin down)

It was a rumble tumble, i put the bee inside the
Kickin wicked type of hyper, 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 gettin fatter
You be lovin how it and shit
And you dance when i battle for the sponsorin
And you can thank bad boy for
A for layin mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, couldn't make a louder hoop
When i pollute, the with funk to the roof
Mad rhymes we bust, in god we
And mc's don't when ya turn 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. your is. (here comes the mack) now
(to clean house) your judgment day is now, boyeee
(here it boyee, it's time, hahhh. ahahhhhhh, boyeee)