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[craig
Hah!
My said 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 (one two) send mc's up north
I never had to fight the mic
I make the funk so
So parasite mc's might bite
Welcome to 1994 (welcome) beats thump
Rhymes bumpin now at your backdoor
Never figured mack got for days (what)
When "project: da world" brought the brand new craze
(wake it up)
And mc's get one line
When the genuine take out 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)
Mc's your judgment day is now (it's time, it comes)
Mc's. your is. (hahhh) now
As we get down - your judgment day is now
Here it comes,

Here comes the one call king mc
If you're tired of those phony rhymes that be (fake)
I'm back with deeper than minds of minolta
Preachin better than up on an altar
(amen boy)
I that i have pardoned, pardoned
No need for bad startin in my mc garden
(chomp chomp)
And kinda hungry tonight
So i pulls out the a fat rhyme to recite
I don't means to but the most is me your host
On post, kickin flav til ghost (ghost)
Craig mack is here to
Rugged as a bike on mc judgment day
(go ahead)
From now until the gone
In the chess game of rap, ain't nothin but a pawn
(your move)
As the rap romps your town (through your town)
And mc's around, to put your panties down (put it down)

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

It was a tumble, i put the bee inside the bumble
Kickin wicked type of hyper, never fumble (ahh)
I float like a 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 how it sound and shit
And have you dance when i for the sponsorin
And you can thank bad boy for
A technique for mc's on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn't make a louder
i pollute, the world with 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 mc's hit the

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