Here comes a rhyme in your ear Craig Mack is here so have no fear
my rhymes push the hack to the rear
I`m severe rap pioneer with funk I steer now it`s clear
Rhymes flow to the break of dawn
Exploring MC`s I get silly on like Ponce De Leon
Yet don`t foget my style is a banger
MC`s I deposit in the closet on a hanger
Mack chop your rhymes like I chop shop chop a Acc
Startin with the bones in your back
Whenever I attack it`s like a blow from a axe
Sweet like sugar that be on Sugar Smacks
Facts is Mr. or Mrs.
Can`t another rapper see me when it`s time for gettin biz
And the moral of the story as you will see
Is that from now on the greatest rapper is me
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MC`s you`re jockin my style, you`re jockin my style boy
You`re jocking my style, MC`s stop jockin my style
You know you can`t touch the flav
MC`s you`re jockin my style, you`re jockin my style boy
You`re jocking my style, MC`s stop jockin my style
Craig Mack has the phat funk flav
Now I`m sayin, rock funk to the Himalayan
No more delaying, MC`s you decaying, I`m staying
Cause now I`m out my cage
And what I do for rap is gonna make front page
Remember back in the days I was just a tyke
I do a rhyme while I do a wheelie riding bike
But now I`m the man with the mic in my hand
Starving MC`s like them kids from Siam
Breaker breaker, it`s the funk rhyme shaker
Super duper superb slamming like a Laker
Swimmin on MC`s like moray eels with mass appeal
Your rhymes are jokes like Dangerfield`s
Boy, I`ll tell ya, ain`t no liver on this continent
I`m dope and you the opposite, the man when I be dropping shit
Raw, I give MC`s a headache
Hit your ass so hard and kill your man by mistake
Youse a fake ladies and real niggaz know
Non-stop rockin til it`s time to go so bust the flow
I`m a be a round for a while
MC`s stop jockin my style
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Now everybody put your hands in the air
Wave them shits like you just don`t care, aiyyo
You could have a dollar or be a millonaire
Sometimes I think that Mack should be mayor
Now me, myself and I, we three bad motherfuckers
Here to eliminate suckers
I came to rock a party are you ready
Get your Aunt Millie`s out I eat MC`s like spaghetti
Rap machete, I`ll cut your ass like a sword
Into buying rhymes these rhymes you can`t afford
I shine like jewelry, ain`t nobody schoolin me
I battle anybody just point to who the fool be
Cause you and me, we ain`t the same type of breed
I grab the mic and give the crowd what they need, and proceed
To rock the mic since a child
Get off my tip and stop jocking my style
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