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

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

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 grammar in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And kinda hungry tonight
So i out the ground a fat rhyme to recite
I means to boast but the most is me your host
On post, kickin flav til ghost (ghost)
Craig mack is here to
Rugged as a mountain bike on mc day
(go ahead)
From now until the gone
In the chess game of rap, mc's ain't nothin but a
(your move)
As the rap romps through your (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, your clock, it's on)
Mc's (mc's) 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
Kickin wicked type of hyper, never fumble (ahh)
I like a tugboat do
the virus, mack the dope, start affectin you
Is rap real? you can't deal, the matter?
The badder the don dadda is still 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 technique for mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy make a louder hoop
When i pollute, the world funk to the roof
Mad rhymes we bust, in god we
And don't discuss when ya turn back to dust
(ashes to ashes)
Mark the year, 1994. when hit the floor

Mc's. your 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 comes boyee, time, hahhh. ahahhhhhh, boyeee)