Craig Mack

Yo Mack, I don't even understand how they didn't understand you in that Mary joint!
Yeah, I know, man.
Kick that ol' robotic, futuristic, George Jetson, crazy joint!!

Just like Uniblab, robotic kickin' flab
My flavor be the badder chitter-chatter, madder than the Mad Hatter
I bet you, my shit come out fatter
I got the data to turn your body into antimatter (body into antimatter)
And just like a piece of Sizzlean
You'll fit inside my stomach with the eggs and grits between (take 'em down, Mack)
The King is what I mean, I mean, my man
Get a cup and put some change inside your hand (take 'em down, Mack)
Now hold up, let's make this official (make it official)
Everybody let's agree, that M.C.'s need a tissue (wake 'em up)
The funk's my only issue
I bet your mama miss you and I bet the Mack take off like an M.X. missile
No more of your whining on the charts climbin'
As I make the funk kickin' out more harder than a diamond (harder than a diamond)
And if you didn't know who's rhymin'
I guess I'm gonna say Craig Mack with perfect timin'
You won't be around next year
My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear (KICK IT DOWN!)

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear (brand new flava in ya ear)
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear (boy)

Craig Mack 1000 degrees
You'll be on your knees and you'll be burnin', beggin' please
Brother freeze! (BOY!) Man's indisputed and deep-rooted
Funk smoke that leaves your brains booted
This bad M.C. with stamina like Bruce Jenner the winner
Tasting M.C.'s for dinner
You're crazy like that glue (you're crazy, boy, You're crazy.)
To think that you could out-do my one-two that's sick like the flu (shake 'em down, Mack)
Boy, I flip boy all the time
'Cause boy, the rhyme you're kickin' ain't worth a dime (HAAAAAAAAA! BOY!)
Seems like there's no competition in this rap world expedition
You come around, I'll knock you out position (knock 'em out!)
No flav could ever dig a grave for the Mack
The power pack in black makin' cement crack (make it crack)
And here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear (Here- comes- the- brand- new- flavor-
Time for new flava in ya ear (in- your- ear-)
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear (BOY!!!)
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear (Flavor down)
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear (Flavor, Flavor ...)
Time for new flava in ya ear (here comes the flavor)
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear (Flavor in ya ear, boy)

Haaa! The Mack is dope
With more hope than the Pope, but for M.C.'s more knots than rope
I'd like to break it down down-breakin' forsaken
Lords of M.C.'s shakin' with this track that my man's makin'
M.C.'s will run like a bomb threat
I bet (what?) or better yet (huh?) make you sweat
Gettin' hotter than the sun get (yup!)
Craig Mack is the flav that romps from here to Tibet (BOY!)
I break all rules with my action
That the Mack sends to M.C.'s stop relaxin'
This brand new sheriff that's in town
's gettin' down, leavin' bodies buried in the ground (rest in peace)
I set up rhymes for a decoy
To off a bad boy (OOOhhhh!) Watch the M.C.'s I destroy and (BOY!!)

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear (time for new flavor)
Time for new flava in ya ear (fla-VOR!!)
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear (time for the flav)
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear (boy, here comes the Mack)
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear (HAAAAAA! wakin' up with some flavor!!)
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' brand new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear

(HAAAAAAAA! BOY)

[Craig Mack]
Aww shit, here come the man again
You know if you can't with the style that's goin on right now
Then you need to be sittin down

If MC's can't get with the style that's goin on
Then you need to sit down

Do your thing Mack, do it to 'em nigga! Ahh whassup?
What you don't know, what you don't know, kick 'em in the grill

"But anyway, I'd like to take this.. anyway, I'd
Anyway, I'd like to this time out to bother you"

Oh no no no no
No I don't think you can get liver than me G
So sit back, relax, Mack's about to attack
And turn your flav into Similac cause it's like that
I kick funk out the frame, make it insane
With all local stops set to crumble like a (?) train
My thickest format, my format's thicker all that
No comp for combat with bwoy like Supercat
Show you where my head's at I crack you with a bat
Where the funk? Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit(?)
Rearrange the skit make it fit so you can't sit
Now ain't that some shh.. I rip it
I snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaur
Live from Creedmore under the floor
It's like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and (?)
Check the (?) MC and his project
All you brothers need to know doe
There's no more best MC cause that is now me
See, G, I am king MC
Once said from me can't another brother disagree
Got the funk bleedin all out your trunk
And there's all there is to it (that's all there is)

[Chorus: x4]
If you can't funk with the style that's goin on
Then you need to be sittin down

[Craig Mack]
You must got no brains in ya head
I kill ya dead on the spot with the hits I got
Trust my flavor G, I make ya wanna pee-pee
I got what you can't see, somethin like a leprosy
I slow it dowwwwn, somethin like.. this
When it's time for me to stun 'em
MC's I warned them..
I'll put 'em on the moon without funk to listen to
Then again, my vibration
May give the sensation they're on vacation
Y'all brothers need a (?)
Real rugged alligator MC hater from the fader
You little tic-tac, tryin to act like a lumberjack
Sit back and watch how the earth crack
You funk around, you lay around, that's how it goes
And I suppose MC's still wanna try me
King of the mountain is a hard rock
Do you understand, smile and I'll take you out like the mob
Check it black, after the Mack there's no recoup
Not even soup, get out shake the hula hoop
Comin out the ground..
Gettin down..

[Chorus]

[Craig Mack]
Sometimes alone I be writin
Must be frightenin, to hear I'm on the air
But I don't care, (?) 'til I'll see you sick(?)
Son, grandson, no tellin when I'm done (no tellin baby)
I'm about do you and you on some new
Who has a date and thank you for waitin
There my bad, I thought you took a beatin in the brain
Then you learned from rap that rap's a mistake
You won't get a break
Big as a cake for me to make, and you bake
So, banzaii, here comes the flyest guy
That you ever heard in your lifetime (yup yup yup)
I do a behind..
And rewind, I wanna kick some more shit
Down your faucet, I pours it
Mighta lost it, but then I retrieve it
Believe it, I got this fat okey-dokey style for a while
Peace from the king
Peace from the king G, here it go
One time for your motherfunkin mind

[Chorus]

Sittin down, bwoy

"Anyway I'd like to take this time out.."
"No more music by the suckers"

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Now who the flav
That comes a dime a dozen
Thinking that is phat but wasn't
Welcome to the world of Mack
(of Mackman)
Like Biggie Smallz might say
I eat'em shits like pac-man
I'm incredible better eat ya vegetables
Cause... I does what I do you
(Do it!)
I fake the roof off of soft suckers
Super smackin...macking ...full effect mike check one two
I'm a reign...rain forever
Rain like bad weather....reign like whoever never
You can't bite my style
Cause my style ain't a style
That is a style
So I can go buck wild
Betcha figure you got more funk for flow
It ain't so
Flava in Ya Ear letcha know
Now I'm about a second, from the Hook duk
Strap ya rap book
Before you get ya wet style shook

[CHORUS]
Can I get down
Get down
Get on down
Can I get down

The Mack's like a superintendent
Burning MCs leaves a foul scent
See I'm like what ya call...king a yes ya'll
My style wreck shit...I mean real shit
Shit's thick..I come with the ammo
The real whammo stammo stuff that I be droppin
I wake great the lets warm up the hot plate
I'm changing fate from the neck I'm a castrate
My rap loves to alienate
Shake ya ass to the stake
You sunk by domniate
See I ain't scared of you muthafuckas
To me ya all suckers cause I make the ruckus
Don't try to buckus we roll with the cuf
No cuf on the roof bitin' like a sabertooth
I pound on the ground when I get down
So let me get down....let me get down

[CHORUS]

To leap a tall building
Crush the earth-a-phone
But I'm sayin ain't no fair when MCs roam
The mic now in the right hands
Cause the Macks and the earths are the worthy of plans
More pep than the peppa thats in ya peppa shaka
Ruff earthquaker..couldn't take me if ya mama make ya
I back up the funk that I bring
With unknown to mad slang
With bigger bite than the double-bang
I ain't met boot to hand
If ya testin in ya lesson
Got me dressin for ya funeral session
Man.....It won't even matter no more
Craig in 94' just won the war
My style definite to take ya over
Have ya sittin look over in a four door Chevy Nova
(Why yi yi)
I figure its a slaughter
In the world of colins(?)
Ya shit ain't nothing but a quarter
The name of the track is Get Down
So let me Get Down and pound other MCs in the ground

[CHORUS]

[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)

Ahhh-hahh!
Let me get some volume, on my headphones, bwoy
Let me get some volume, can I get some volume
On my headphones, bwoy
Now raise up the funk, bwoy - ha ha, bwoy
Raise it up Mack, raise it up Mack
Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
You touch that line bwoy, the mainline

Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
Bring it back and catch wreck on the mainline
Here we go with all the funk boy, to the mainline

Helllohh - is this mic here on?
Cause I'm gone, cause now and forever are disbanded
The "Poetic Justice", more than Janet Jackson
Mack's in, the sun that caught the planet
Realer than real, as Mack gets the steel
Funk appeal in my rhymes is gonna make a mill'
Fat shit is what you feel, (?)
I'm catchin hiccups and lyrics get caught in my esophagus
I'm bringin all the rap to the mainline
Some'll bring my funk on point like a porcupine
My sensei, say, the way, to make 'em pay
Is treat the motherfucker like a (?)
I pack my funk harder than a (?) do
To continue, you're soup on the menu bwoy
I can run any type of line
Send your smoke signals high, code red yo for mankind

Now we are on the mainline, gettin all wreck for the mainline
Hahh, bwoy, the mainline bwoy, on the mainline bringin all the funk
Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
Bout to catch wreck for the mainline
Buggin on the funk boy, to the mainline

MC's now realizin code red
My mac-11 dinosaur is gonna fill ya full of lead (wake 'em up Mack)
Some of y'all are better off dead
Cause it's gonna get hotter than the center of (?)
Maaaaan, you're stupid out the frame
To think to get sane, and gonna cause some pain
I'm the most incredible man ever seen
While ya might stand the (?) do your typical and ran
King Craig Mack now runs rap land
Makin you (?), and me as Japan
Uhh, shucks, wait a minute
I feel like gettin music introduced (?) MC
See, you can't see me
The funk I'll tell you what's big, I'm thicker than a oak tree
And smalltime my fists come equipped
For a lip with tighter grip than glue from a ship
And even if you're still brave believe
That Craig Mack's comin down with funk up the sleeve

It's the Mack on the mainline, all the wreck on the mainline
Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
Watch me catch wreck on the mainline
Bringin all the funk boy, to the main
On the mainline, bringin all the funk
Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
Watch me catch wreck on the mainline
Hahh bwoy, on the mainline, bringin all the funk

My rhymers come hotter than a wok
MC's bein tasty is not my fault (no it's not)
More danger for metropolis we're droppin this
Funk weight that's greater than George Poppadopalous
Now even fools are better
Rap's new trendsetter, at makin MC's wetter
So plug in the mainline 'til ninety-nine
For funk the genuine now vote for mine (vote for Mack)
My voice be gettin hoarser and hoarser
From the way they take a picture MC (?) than a flyin saucer
Believe the hype
The Mack one that's tight but then I might (?) set rhyme I write
I come for you niggaz in the grill
Just for thrills, Craig Mack, king of chill

It's the Mack bwoy, on the mainline
Catchin mad mad wreck on the mainline
Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
Watch me catch wreck on the mainline
Bringin all the funk bwoy
On the mainline, bringin all the funk
Now we about to bring all the funk to the mainline
Mack on the mainline
Get wreck on the mainline
On the mainline bringin all the funk bwoy

[ad libs to the end]

(feat. Puff Daddy)

[Puff Daddy]
Changed my mind man..

[DJ cut in the background from ATCQ + L.O.N.S. "Scenario" "Makin moves y'all.."]

[Chorus x4: Puff Daddy]

Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow

[Chorus x1]

[Craig Mack]
Peace to Brentwood Town Shipping
I'm smoother than that Lex your whipping
With the rack and pinion
And Firelli tires that be gripping
Sometimes I wonder if MC's really know
Mack's eternal bought to burn you
While in ten feet, of snow
I grab the mic and turn in-to Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya
I got funk with the bass and soul
Cause I've been rockin on the mic since nine years old
And I can groove with that, stupid fat
Rhymers when you're soupin that
MC's catch a headache
And find where some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case like Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
Lookin for a man with the reason why
And it'll cost more than Lee Majors
To fix MC's after I kicks my flavor
Puff and Puff and blow the House down
Is what the Mack do whenever I get down
Gettin down, boyeee (get down)
One two, Mack man's in full effect

[Chorus x0.75] (rock on, rock on, rock on)

[Craig Mack]
Move with the funk
Cause we makes the moves on down
Kick the funk, hahhhh.. boyeee
I'm like the greatest rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin in mouth and not inside my hand (c'mon)
And you can try to, write a rhyme-a
But the pace that I race'll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer)
Do you wanna pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh)
That'll leave you standin colder than a winter blizzard (AHH)
Mack's engagin, extra blazin
Who's you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin)
Rhyme flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you talkin on my zipper
I wanna know who's been naughty or nice
With the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah)
I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell em Mack (tell em)
I got Bad Boy as my back (that's right)
As we kick on the funk called MC subtract
Got flow for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the brand new craze boyeee
Mack the dope (one two)
We break all of the funk on down (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Craig Mack]
Mo Bee, make it..
Bustin out, in the House
Makin moves, with the flavor
One two, as we get busier
We gon' get like this

Come on everybody, let's all get down
Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see)
I don't feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
That I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
(in your top dresser) Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin
Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon)
It's this man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And MC's are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a
Smoke fatter than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever stop the Craig Mack plans
To grab MC's, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier)
Like I said before, here comes the Mack
Power-packed in black, to make you see mad graphics
(as we get busier) As we get busier
In nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor

[Chorus x2]

[Intro]
From nowhere.. from nowhere.. from nowhere.. from nowhere..
From nowhere.. from nowhere.. from nowhere..
[helicopter circling overhead]

Okay everybody listen up okay? Craig Mack's in the building alright?
He's on the premises, I need you three on the roof
You coordinate the left wing
He must not get into the terminal to access the "Funk Da World" secrets
I repeat, he must get into the terminal
I want him stopped I don't care what it takes alright?
Move out, now, c'mon let's go let's go let's go!

[helicopter swoops down, then suddenly boots hitting ground]
[torch is fired up and starts cutting through something]

Yo Mack! There's somebody on the roof man!
[Mack] Yeah I know man. Just another second man.
C'mon man, we gotta do this shit!
[Mack] I know, I'm gettin the door open man!
[Mack] Come right now, come right now, come right now
[Mack] I swear, come right now - two more seconds, two more seconds
[Mack] Look look look look look

[bolt or something metal hits the ground] [alarms go off]

[Mack] Uhh!
Yeah son.
[Mack] Shit, the 4-5 man. I ain't got the damn..
[Mack] I ain't got the fuckin modulation.
Yeah you got it.
[Mack] Control pads man.
You got that.
[Mack] Alright look - I need the voice modulation. [typing]
[Mack] Yo (?) do me a favor man, set the detenators man.
[Mack] Let's get the fuck up outta here.
Yeah yeah, I got that, I got that.
[Mack] [typing] Denied.
I set it up so that if ANYBODY gets up in here the whole shit blows.
[Mack] [typing fast] Denied.
[Mack] [typing] 4-5-76-0-2 look BANG!

"Access granted."

[Craig Mack]
Computer! How ya doin bwoy?
This is the Mack in fullavicious funk flav bwoy, how we goin?
Initiate code sequence for "Project: Funk Da World"
{*typing*} Dash oh-4-7, 6-9, zero-10
Coming out, ninety-four {*typing*} boom!

Hahh bwoy
Kickin it Mack, bwoy
Nobody's rappin like me and that's clear
I got this mad style, beats from next year
The style, I bring, is shitting
Get used to the format cause old one's be quitting
Buckle in for the funk funk funk
And let the king of swingers drive Benz out the trunk
I'm the magnificent, roaster, who's the man?
Run down and low to the promised land
No compromise on my rise
Strappin in mad biddly beats, nothin capsized
So go on, wait 'til fuckin break of dawn
The new grip is here, Jig will tell you it's on
Mack's back, full effect
But this is my freestyle, so yo wait a sec (HAH)
Don't try to push or your fronts might feel it
And if you got size then I gots to reveal
Out comes the chrome and the shiny
With the (?), that thing's for your heiny (BLAOW!)
So meet the genuine, keep it on the hush hush
That slow flow ain't the only way I crush
I break it down to stone like Medusa
You lose ta what you ain't used ta
All aboard express train for pain
Bigger than membranes that leave you in stains
Now hang on cause my freestyle's a winner
The verse slayer, so say a prayer like your dinner
MC's all know that I'm a menace (I'm a menace)
And I won't finish.. until you finish (HAH)
I come from a life of a corner
Waitin for my house fat pool plus a sauna
Craig Mack's the man cause I got it
And ain't a motherfuckin soul (?) (not a motherfucker bwoy)
Cause I'ma boom bash, crash, smash
Your whole program your program ain't worth a damn
The unquestionable, impressionable messiah
Like that John Sparks say, the world is on fire
So take your time cause your turn's gettin closer
The new world's now hell and Craig Mack's the host
Ghost (one..)

And now, "Project: Funk Da World" bwoy, hahhh!
Hahh, Mack-a-docious, presents...

[Craig Mack]
How many know what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this world?

"I can get real raw.." plus my style is hardcore
I'm Craig Mack, comin in at your backdoor
My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping-pong
I'm strong (like who Craig?) Kong!
I'm flexin, what's next in, my funk track erection
My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection
Like Damien, the Omen son, I won't run
I never ran, fryin MC's like the Sudan
Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five
Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive
Yo who can get fierce as fierce can get, get set
I'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti
The C-R-A-I-G Mack is back
I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn
Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom
Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom
Back off the STEEL kid, let me get my dough
You're real slow, get the DICK like a homo
Got the name, no games, the outlaw
I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore

"I can get real raw.." plus my style is hardcore [x4]

Service with the wild style, freak a smile
I'm crazier than ever, PLEASE pull my lever
Oooh I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him
Brothers on my jock, a G for padium
MC's that are down please stay down..
CRAIG MACK FOR PRESIDENT! Fuck around
My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in
To dust and crush I bust every human bein
Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool
My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim
Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin
Unique technique and style that I am freakin
Peakin, speakin like a deacon or a pastor
The master, baby, death, okay G?
Let's get back to the issue with judicial
Weepin willow grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you
I'm concrete, hard as the street, like pavement
Leavin heads bleedin, strictly in amazement
Surrender, with more 'ups than Alcindor
I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda

"I can get real raw.." plus my style is hardcore [x4]

Yeah.. check this out
I belong in a hospital insane
Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne
A telltale won't fail or get stale
Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
Manson's my grandson, not so handsome
I'm grotesque -- FUCK IT -- girls still rub my chest
I'm G with James Brown, "Give it Up or Turn Me Loose"
I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin Zeus
Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random
MC's I slammed em, cause I'm fat as Ralph Cramdem
Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya
MC's I'm a thriller, from here to Manilla
Lay down, nothin but facts, jacks
The blackjack ace to the beatdown max
Relax, this is just wax on my single
More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle
So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor
Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose
I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey
A shark feedin frenzy, on those that tempt me
One more score for the war, SEE-YA!
I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore

"I can get real raw.." plus my style is hardcore [x4]

Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!
Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em
Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em
Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery

[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!!
(I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
(I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!!
(Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!!
(Well give it to me)

[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it's

What da fuck's going on inside the biz
Shit ain't raw no more
Fake is how it is
I hear brothers talking 'bout shooting and killing
Then going home and chilling
Frontin' like a villain
Let me tell you something real
Is how the Mack feel,
I ain't no criminal and represent no steel
I tell you one thing though
MC's better walk slow the Mack's on the earth
To let you know
I'm on a mission from the kingdom of God
To do away with MC's dat represent nimrod
You MC's have been too bad,
So where you go now ice ya gonna wish you had
When MC's disappear it's my fault,
It's time to put all the madness to a flying halt
And radio ya need to be ashamed,
For pumping murder, murder, murder all up in
Our brain
I'll tell ya now Big Poppa don't like it,
Representing truth when the Mack
Starts to mike it
I hope the subject don't turn ya away
But the whole Hip-Hop generation need to pray

Chorus
Whatcha gon do when God comes
You can front now, but when God comes
You can't get straped for when God comes
Cuz you won't know how to act, when God comes

Now we all established dat Mack's new king
And the king for his people has to represent the
Right thing
Brothers in the ghetto stop genociding
'Cause same boat we riding, will do like the Poseidon
I watched the earth's cheese line get longer, I watch
Allegiance to Satan's army looking stronger
I watched drugs and guns take control
I even watched how the devil take the Black woman's soul
They ain't got respect no more
When your ass on the camera you ain't nothing but a whore
Ladies you need to help out your man,
Instead of frontin' at the club with a drink in your hand
The Black family is now pre-history
And we don't need psychic healing from Dionne Warwick
We all need to be down on our knees beggin' please
Lord help us shake this disease
And MC's don't take these rhymes for no joke,
Craig Mack pen is mightier than the sword
You stroke
So take heed to the words that I send,
'Cause on Judgement Day everey man must attend

Chorus

All our Black leaders are throwing on they war paint
I ain't seen a saint that might make me faint
How long can we sing that song
Knowing that the shit ya kicking brother is dead wrong
And don't figure Mack new to get started
'Cause flip out an old fat verse from get retarded
I'm talking from veteran chair prepare
MC's nightmare only there's no need to fear
Shape up ya Lord about to strike
With thunder claps that turn day into night
With something similar to Gabriel's horn
The first flag up my tribe of Judah's now been warn
Peace to Bad Boy for bring me here
People of the world presenting Mack this year
No need for fronting his time has almost came
And the last rhyme ya hear bears Craig Mack's name

Choru