Craig Mack — Judgement Day

[Craig Mack] Hah! My momma said back when I was born That you was warned, so now your ass gets torn My style is bonafide Fortified on my bad side, an MC on a high Now we about to set this off Bass and funk rattlin send MC's up North I never had to fight with the mic to make the funk so dynamite So parasite MC's might wanna bite Welcome to 1994 beats that thump Rhymes that's bumpin now at your backdoor Never figured Mack got funk for days When "Project: Funk Da World" brought the brand new craze And MC's can't get one line with the genuine Check how deep Mack's on your mind I'ma hit you with the boom pow Colder than Moscow, MC's your judgment's now Here it comes MC's.. your judgment is.. now (now MC's) MC's your judgment day is now (it's time, here it comes) MC's.. your judgment is.. (hahhh) now As we get down - MC's your judgment day is now Here it comes, boyeee Here comes the one they call King MC If you're tired of those phony fake rhymes that be I'm back with this deeper than Minds of Minolta Preachin better than a preacher up on an altar I feel that I have pardoned, pardoned No need for bad grammar startin in my MC garden And I'm kinda hungry tonight So I pulls out the ground a fat rhyme to recite I don't means to boast but the most is me your host On post, kickin flav til they ghost Craig Mack is here to stay Rugged as a mountain bike on MC judgment day From now until the Earth's gone In the chess game of rap, MC's ain't nothin but a pawn (Your move) As the rap romps through your town And MC's around, time to put your pens down MC's.. your judgment is.. now (it's time) MC's your judgement is now (MC's, check your clock, it's on) MC's (MC's) your judgment is.. (hahhh) now (Mack the dope) MC's your judgment day is now (with the flav, gettin down) It was a rumble tumble, I put the bee inside the bumble Kickin wicked type of hyper, won't never fumble I float like a tugboat do Watch the virus, Mack the dope, start affectin you Is rap real? You can't deal, what's the matter? The madder the Don Dadda is still gettin fatter You be lovin how it sound and shit An ambulance when I battle for the sponsorin And you can thank Bad Boy for that And thank me for layin MC's on the mat Scat, scoot, what's he gonna make? A louder hoot When I pollute, the world with funk to the root Mad rhymes we bust, in God we trust And MC's don't discuss when ya turn back to dust (Ashes to ashes) Mark the year, 1994.. when MC's hit the floor MC's.. your judgment is.. (hahhh) now MC's your judgment is now (Final Call, MC's, we get down) MC's.. your judgment is.. (here comes the Mack) now (to clean house) MC's your judgment day is now, boyeee (Here it comes boyee, it's time, hahhh.. ahahHHHHH, boyeee)