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[craig
Hah!
My momma said back 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 funk rattlin (one two) mc's up north
I never had to with the mic
I the funk so dynamite
So parasite might wanna bite
Welcome to 1994 (welcome) that thump
Rhymes that's bumpin now at backdoor
Never figured mack got funk for (what)
"project: funk da world" brought the brand new craze
(wake it up)
And can't get one line
When the genuine take out deep max on mind
I'ma hit you with the pow
Bolder than moscow, mc's 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. your is. (hahhh) now
As we get down - your judgment day is now
Here it comes,

comes the one they call king mc
If you're tired of those phony fake rhymes be (fake)
I'm back with this deeper minds of minolta
Preachin better than preacher up on an
(amen boy)
I feel that i pardoned, pardoned
No for bad grammar startin in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And i'ma kinda 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 flav til they (ghost)
mack is here to stay
Rugged as a mountain bike on mc day
(go ahead)
From now the earth's gone
In the chess of rap, mc's ain't nothin but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap romps through town (through your town)
And mc's around, time to put your down (put it down)

Mc's. your 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 judgment day is now (with the flav, gettin down)

It was a rumble tumble, i put the bee the bumble
Kickin wicked of hyper, won't never fumble (ahh)
I float a tugboat do
Watch the virus, the dope, start affectin you
Is rap real? you can't deal, the matter?
The the don dadda is still gettin fatter
You be how it sound and shit
And have you dance i battle for the sponsorin
And you can bad boy for that
A for layin mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn't a louder hoop
When i pollute, the world funk to the roof
Mad we bust, in god we trust
And mc's don't when ya turn back to dust
(ashes to ashes)
Mark the year, 1994. when mc's hit the

Mc's. your 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)