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Judgement Day lyrics

[Craig Mack]
Hah!
My momma said back when I was born
that you was warned, so now your ass gets torn
(Wake it up Mack)
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 (one two) send MC s up North
I never had to fight with the mic
I make the funk so dynamite
so parasite MC s might wanna bite
Welcome to 1994 (welcome) beats that thump
Rhymes that s bumpin now at your backdoor
Never figured Mack got funk for days (what)
When &quotProject: Funk Da World" brought the brand new craze
(wake it up)
And MC s can t get one line
when the genuine take out deep max on your mind
I ma hit you with the boom pow
Bolder 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 (fake)
I m back with this deeper than Minds of Minolta
Preachin better than preacher up on an altar
(Amen boy)
I feel that I have pardoned, pardoned
No need for bad grammar startin in my MC garden
(chomp chomp)
And I ma 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 (ghost)
Craig Mack is here to stay
Rugged as a mountain bike on MC judgment day
(go ahead)
>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 (through your town)
And MC s around, time to put your panties down (put it 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 (ahh)
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 badder the Don Dadda is still gettin fatter
You be lovin how it sound and shit
And have you dance when I battle for the sponsorin
And you can thank Bad Boy for that
A technique for layin MC s on the mat
Scat, scoot, pussy couldn t make a louder hoop
when I pollute, the world with funk to the roof
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

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