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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
Fortified on my bad side an mc on a
Now we about to set off
Bass and rattlin (one two) send mc's up north
I never had to with the mic
I make the funk so
So parasite mc's might wanna
Welcome to 1994 (welcome) that thump
Rhymes bumpin now at your backdoor
figured mack got funk for days (what)
When "project: funk da world" the brand new craze
(wake it up)
And can't get one line
When the genuine out deep max on your mind
I'ma hit you with the pow
Bolder than moscow, your judgment's now
Here it

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

Here comes the one call king mc
If you're tired of those phony fake rhymes be (fake)
I'm back with this deeper than of minolta
Preachin than preacher up on an altar
(amen boy)
I feel that i have pardoned,
No need for bad startin in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And kinda hungry tonight
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
as a mountain bike on mc judgment day
(go ahead)
From now the earth's gone
In the chess game of rap, mc's ain't nothin but a
(your move)
As the rap romps through your town (through 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 your clock, on)
Mc's (mc's) judgment is. (hahhh) now (mack the dope)
Mc's your day is now (with the flav, gettin down)

It was a tumble, i put the bee inside the bumble
Kickin wicked of hyper, won't never fumble (ahh)
I float a tugboat do
Watch the virus, mack the dope, start you
Is rap real? you deal, what's the matter?
The the don dadda is still gettin fatter
You be how it sound and shit
And have you when 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 discuss when ya turn back to
(ashes to ashes)
Mark the year, 1994. when mc's hit the

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)