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" poised a 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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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)

[Verse 3]
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

[Outro]
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)