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 "project: 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, boyeee)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:49
Key
6
Tempo
94 BPM

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