Judgement Day Lyrics

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)