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Judgement Day


by Craig Mack. Buy album CD: Project: Funk Da World


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



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Album: Project: Funk Da World (1994) Lyrics
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  1. Ain't The Way I Wanna Go
  2. Ain't The Way I Wanna Go Out
  3. Baby I Got You
  4. Blame Me
  5. Bonfire
  6. Cowboy And Clown
  7. God Must Really Love Me
  8. I Am
  9. I Got You
  10. I'm Country
  11. If You Like That
  12. In My Neighborhood
  13. International Harvester
  14. Little Bit Of Life
  15. Look At 'em Fly
  16. Lotta Man (In That Little Boy)
  17. Love Remembers
  18. My Kind Of Woman
  19. Nothin' Goin' Wrong Around Here
  20. Rain For The Roses
  21. Redneck Yacht Club
  22. Sweet Old Fashion Goodness
  23. That's When I'll Believe That You're Gone
  24. The Ballad Of Mr. Jenkins
  25. The Song
  26. This Ain't Nothin'
  27. Tough
  28. When You Kiss Me
  29. Project: Funk Da World
  30. Get Down
  31. Making Moves With Puff
  32. That Y'all
  33. Flava In Ya Ear
  34. Funk Wit Da Style
  35. Judgement Day
  36. Real Raw
  37. Mainline
  38. When God Comes
  39. Welcome To 1994

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