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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 funk rattlin (one two) send up north
I never had to fight the mic
I make the so dynamite
So parasite mc's wanna bite
to 1994 (welcome) beats that thump
Rhymes bumpin now at your backdoor
Never figured mack got funk for (what)
When "project: funk da world" brought the brand new
(wake it up)
And mc's get one line
When the genuine out deep max on your mind
I'ma hit you with the pow
than moscow, mc's your judgment's now
Here it

Mc's. your 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 - mc's your judgment day is now
Here it comes,

comes the one they call king mc
If tired of those phony fake rhymes that 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 to boast but the most is me your host
On post, flav til they ghost (ghost)
Craig mack is to stay
Rugged as a mountain on mc judgment day
(go ahead)
From now the earth's gone
In the chess game of rap, mc's ain't but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap romps your town (through your town)
And mc's around, time to put your panties (put it down)

Mc's. judgment is. now (it's time)
your judgement is now (mc's, check your clock, it's on)
Mc's (mc's) your is. (hahhh) now (mack the dope)
Mc's judgment 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 like a do
the virus, mack the dope, start affectin you
Is rap real? you deal, what's the matter?
The badder the don dadda is still 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 technique for layin on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn't make a 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. mc's hit the floor

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