"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 (1)
I bet you my shit come out fatter
got the data
to turn your body into antimatter (2) {...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 climbing
as I make the funk
kickin' out more harder than a diamond {...harder than a diamond}
And if you didn't know who's rhyming
I guess I'm gonna say Craig Mack
with perfect timing
..you won't be around next year
My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear {...KICK IT DOWN!}
CHORUS:
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...]
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-booted
funk smoke that leaves your brains booted
This bad M.C.
with stamina like Bruce Jenner(3)
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' {HAAAAAAAAA! BOY!...}
ain't worth a dime
Seems like there's no competition
in this rap world expedition
You come around,
I'll knock you out [of] 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, here comes the flavor}
[time for new flava in ya ear]
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
[Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear...]
{Flavor in ya ear, boy...}
HAAAAAAA!
The Mack's dope
With more hope than your 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 Sherrif 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 come the Mack}
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
{HAAAAAA!...
[time for new flava in ya ear]
...wakin' up with flavor!!}
I'm kickin' brand new flava in ya ear
[Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear...]
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
[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]
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
[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 (4X)
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 (4X)
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
Changed my mind man
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
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
And 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
One two, Mack man's in full effect
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
I'm like the greatest rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin' in mouth and not inside my hand
And you can try to, write a rhyme-a
But the pace that I race'll have you lookin' like a old timer
Do you wanna pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite
That'll leave you standin' colder than a winter blizzard
Mack's engagin', extra blazin'
Who's you fazin'? Power Rangers ain't more amazin'
Rhyme flipper, flip-a-rhyme-a-ripper
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
I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell 'em Mack
I got Bad Boy as my back
As we kick on the funk called MC subtract
Got flow for days, got rhymes to amaze
Got the brand new funk
Here's the brand new craze boyeee, Mack the dope
We break all of the funk on down
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Come on everybody, let's all get down
Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound
Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty could not see
I don't feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
That I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin'
Fat Funkster be gettin', for Fat Funk be hittin'
It's this man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's worth
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
Like I said before, here comes the Mack
Power-packed in black
To make you see mad graphics
As we get busier
In nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
[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: repeat 4X]
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
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
[Frank Sinatra sample]
So any time you're gettin low, 'stead of lettin go
Just remember that ant..
[Chorus x2: Frank Sinatra (Kids)]
Opps there goes another rubber tree plant
(Opps there goes another rubber tree)
Opps there goes another rubber tree plant
(Opps there goes another rubber tree)
[Verse 1]
Now I came to rock, I came to move the crowd
I came screamin' out loud
No other choice is this bad new voice
Can't wait to sit in my new Rolls Royce
You soft and moist, sweet like cake
Don't be scared to lie down in the bed you make
And if you fake, I'm like Alexander the Great
A conquerer, stompin ya, for even steppin to the plate
Now you think I'm late but I'm right on time
You had your chance to do it now it's my turn to shine
Keep in mind, you ain't heard my flow in a while
And i still ain't heard nobody that can fuck with my style
Juliet child nigga cook MC's, Criag Mack baby 1000 degrees
Stand back nigga I'ma shake this place
And look just when you thought it was safe?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
Now inside the streets Craig Mack's a living Legend
Nucular weapon better watch where you steppin'
Story at 6 and see the film at 11
You can be Kit but I'm like Frank Drevin
Mary Lou Retton, flippin on yall
You can use Motrin, Advil or Tylonol
Just to see me ball make your chick wanna follow
Rock the Meadowlands you got Boo-ed on Apollo
Real hard to swollow wanna know how come?
Cause I'm hot-dog probably buring meat off your tongue
So from now on till thy king-don-com
The sea-son has begun from my style to weigh a ton
Kill you for fun but i ain't playin no games (no games)
And I ain't sayin no names (uh-uh)
But next time you kill somebody make sure they dead
But wait, you can check this in-stead
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I see you made it to the bonus round, see my crown?
Pretty, too bad you can't touch it
I'm like Pompeii first time it erupted
Chicks still call acting hungry as a buzzard
You can let your man dump it hug it and love it
Touch it and rub it, Mack nigga, that's why it sounds undiscoverd
Explode like L. Ron Hubbard, on the Dianetics Cover, smother a brother
Been "Lethal" for years ask Gibson and Glover
Your man be like "Help!", lying in the gutter
Just like that, "Splash me the Cash"
Shit I'm like Duke Nukem get ready for combat
I now pronounce you man and wife
You may, kiss the coffin it's the end of your life Mr. Mack
And I know how to land this bird
Bet I see you 2000 nigga that's my word
[Frank Sinatra]
So any time you're gettin low, 'stead of lettin go
Just remember that ant
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
[scratched Schoolly D: "One by one I'm knockin you out"]
[Craig Mack:]
Do... do you have it what it takes, to be a Street Fighter?
Street Fighter, Mackalicious fat funk flav'
For ya headphones, bwoiii
(LOOK!) I bet you thought you could beat Blanka
Mo' flav' than the chocolate made by Willy Wonka
Zangief'll hit you harder than a Tonka
Truck bet a buck USSR will stomp ya
Now M. Bison had this plan
And had the hostages inside the palm of his hand
Now we all know Dhal's the man
But in the world of rap Craig Mack'll turn ya into sand
Jane, haircut like she spent a summer at E. Honda's
Stomach wonder in four digit number (chomp, chomp chomp chomp)
I got Sagat on the spot just to rock your knot
He got kicks like I got rhymes to the sho' shot
A Street Fighter, funky rhymer, drop-a-dimer
Bound to action pack, yo Jack, greatest-of-all-timer
Here comes the hook again~!
Mackalicious that po' flav' will make your hair Ken
[Chorus x2: Craig Mack]
Do you have, what it takes, to be a Street Fighter?
("One by one I'm knockin you out")
I don't think you have what it takes to be a Street Fighter
("One by one I'm knockin you out")
[Craig Mack:]
Momma don't let your babies grow up to be MC's
Cause they'll freeze (freeze 'em up Mack)
I got this real strange disease
that makes knees bend like hurricanes do the palm trees
Now Dhalsim is slim hittin harder than a Timb
whem the rubberband man gets in
Peace to Balrog as I kick the monologue
Thicker than fog and heavier than Boss Hog
I heard Vega got Spain locked down
with tournaments, with ornaments underground
And Chun-Li reportin, with real brain distortin
Kicks fix your back for back brace supportin
And knees bend for Ken, no pretend
From beginnin to the end, Mackalicious rhymes'll win (everytime)
And call yourself a fighter if you wanna
But you'll be a type of fighter lyin all up in the corner
Mack you can't bite-a, silly overnighter
Flake-ass rhyme writer, Mack's a Street Fighter (here it comes)
It's time bwoi (bwoi, as we get down)
As we bring the funk on down for Street Fighter
[Chorus]
[Craig Mack:]
A Street Fighter, ain't just a game no more
Too raw, you'll get kicked out the back door
If fightin fo' position is your mission then keep on wishin
(Keep on wishin and hopin and prayin and..)
I mean this man on the mic got mo' flav' for days so listen
(So listen up with the funk)
I'm out with these be-about rhymes that the Mack'll shout
Punchin through bricks and turnin bodies out
A Street Fighter, is now in the house
Type of hype that will amaze, Street Fighter brand new craze
(Brand new craze~!) As we get on down
Street Fighter moves leave another fighter in the ground
[Chorus: with ad libs]
[Craig Mack:]
Ah hahhhh bwoi!
[Craig Mack:]
Eh yo, god bless the dead, ya know?
And all my cats I know with the football jerseys on: dont have no regrets
Hold them numbers
Big up to the feds who tried to catch me in 88, nigga
Ha! Funk Flav, Mr. Mack
Eh yo, I cant face going to jail
Cuz my life is bullshit, man, nigga fuck paying bail
Shit is on the third rail
On my tail is the feds, baby, Frank ?? for club med
Niggaz wanna kill me, god
Scared I might wrap these niggaz
Entrap these niggaz
If the feds wasnt watching I would clap these niggaz
I mean put a bullet through the fuckin back of these niggaz
Phone ringing off the hook, probably tapped my niggaz
See the headlines now: "Mack found in 5 rivers"
FDR, thinkin was it better when I didnt buy the car
Didnt cop the bar, didnt buy my girl mother a new jaguar
Shit, my moms got the Continental R with the backseat bar
Talkin about "my sons a star"
Little do she know I'm Caesar and world ???
Crack is dead, I'm sellin X instead
Bitches in my bed will fill your ass with lead
Keep givin me head 'til the tip turns red
Sit back and watch me butter this bread
[Hook: x2]
On the run
Best three words to describe my life, make the game my wife
On the run
Hustler, born and raised, in the streets where I spent my days
[Craig Mack:]
I told my main chick, pack your bags, She ain't listen
Chrome started whistling and turned her Christian
Blew up the whole house using nitro-glycerin
But the Expedition in the garage was missing
Moved the nannies and the kids to a new position
Intuition gave me suspicion
Shit is murder, do I kill myself and fuck them niggaz' satisfaction
Or demand action, pull out toast and start blasting
Young niggaz asking, wise cats only give a fraction
Streets is the young man's attraction
I dug myself into a hole
Into a world thats cold
Pimps, players, bitches, ballers, hustlers, drugs, guns and thugs
Million dollar homes, like Capone's, persian rugs
Gentlemen with fake hugs, turn to slugs
I'm a made man, paid man, show no love
Clock's ticking, plot thicken, probably written in a book somewhere
My fuckin life ain't fair
See either way, i'ma make it off this earth without a trace
So if I ever see the judge, i'ma spit in the bitch face
[Hook]
[Craig Mack:]
Eh yo, faggots
Nah i'm sayin, all you sweet cats, nahmean?
Real gentleman dont need it
Its strictly drive-thru window meals
Enemies lurking every crack and crevice, eating rocks for breakfast
No time for music, carry toast and use it
See your house and uz' it
Test your life and lose it
You heard Gotti, shit is all fucked up
His family didnt even wanna check him
Disrespect and neglect him
In a place to correct him
Disconnect him and stretch him
While the bull cop police protection
Shit is question
My suggestion in the game of deception
Is to reign with aggression
With the guns for collection
The whores you undressing, keep 'em inside the best western
You want a firm investment?
Nigga, go have a kid, and let him eat your steak
Dont make the same mistake
Hope the kid is strong, when i'm gone
You'll be like pop-duke was the man, but his life was wrong
Gunned down off the top like Kong
[Hook]
[Craig Mack:]
Mack!
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 forget, 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
MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy
You're jockin' 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 jockin' 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
MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy
You're jockin' 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 jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style
Craig Mack has the phat funk flav
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 millionaire
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
MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy
You're jockin' 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 jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style
Vocalicious funk flave 1-2 as we test this down
We get funk-stupid with this beat
Get stupid witht these rhymes I be bussin, yo
Yo 4-5 knahmsayin, yo, check it out
Y'knahmsayin, last night and shit, Friday
I was buggin out with the fellas
I caught up with this bitch n' shit right
I was like yo, check this out, so I started this
I said it's freaky-freaky Friday and I'm chillin on the corner
Hangin with my niggas makin figures that I'm gonna
Have the tunes blastin so fasten ya seat belt
Cuz AHHHH, blunted, I'm gonna make it melt
Had buddah in my head I musta smoked about a dime
When I seen this big behind, shakin like my rhyme, duke
I told my whole crew
I said ya busy hon but yo, yeah me too
I said my name is Mista Mack and I'm makin all the green
So honey you get vain and lets hit the scene
She said Mista Mack aiyyo Shinika's what they call me
Used to be from ?? but now I'm up in ??
I said Shinika, ya make my body weaker
You're boomin like L speaker and boy I'd love to freak ya
So I slipped my 20s to my man and hit the spot
Showed my knot, Shinika got hot
I opened up the door and yo in just a minute later
Had her snappin at my zipper like a hungry alligator
See, a sneaky-freaky MC is who I be
When it's time to step up inside a bitch's body
It's like that y'all as I kick back
On a funk track stupid phat plate y'all
1-2, Mack in the house
Testin one down with the funkalicious flave
Be bussin MCs like
Kickin wicked rhymes like Robitussin good for the throat
Cuz I hope ??? rhymes that I wrote
MCs clear quote
The funkalicious flave that I do with the 1-2
From nowhere, from nowhere, from nowhere, from nowhere
From nowhere, from nowhere, from nowhere
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
Yo Mack, there's somebody on the roof man
Yeah, I know man, just another second man
C'mon man, we gotta do this shit
I know, I'm gettin' the door open man
Come right now, come right now, come right now
I swear, come right now
Two more seconds, two more seconds
Look, look, look, look, look
Uhh, yeah, son, shit, the 4-5 man, I ain't got the damn
I ain't got the fuckin' modulation, yeah' you got it
Control pads man, you got that
Alright look, I need the voice modulation
[Incomprehensible] do me a favor man, set the detonators man
Let's get the fuck up outta here, yeah yeah, I got that, I got that, denied
I set it up so that if anybody gets up in here the whole shit blows
Denied, 4-5-7-6-0-2 look, bang
Access granted, computer, how ya doin' boy?
This is the Mack in fullavicious funk flav boy, how we goin'?
Initiate code sequence for 'Project: Funk Da World'
Dash 0-4-7, 6-9, zero-10, comin' out, ninety-four, boom
Hah boy, kickin' it Mack, boy
Nobody's rappin' like me and that's clear
I got this mad style, beats from next year
The style, I bring is shittin'
Get used to the format 'cause old one's be quittin'
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
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 [Incomprehensible], that thing's for your heiny
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
And I won't finish until you finish
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 [Incomprehensible]
'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
And now, 'Project: Funk Da World' boy
Aw shit, here come the man again
You know, if you can't get 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 they 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 take 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 [Incomprehensible] train
My thickest format, my format's thicker all that
No comp for combat with boy 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
Ain't that some shh, I rip it
I snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaur
Live from Creedmore under the floor
Like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and wick
Check the [Incomprehensible] 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 that's all there is to
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
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 down, 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 [Incomprehensible]
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 but 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
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
Sometimes alone I be writin'
Must be frightenin', to hear I'm on the air but I don't care
I fell sick, wonder how I'll see you sick
Son, grandson, no tellin' when I'm done
I'm about to 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 [Incomprehensible] that rap's a mistake
You won't get a break
Big as a cake for me to make, you bake
So Banzai, here comes the flyest guy
That you ever heard in your lifetime
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
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
If you can't funk with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
Sittin' down
Anyway I'd like to take this time out
No more music by the suckers
Aah, 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)
Can I get down
Get down
Get on down
Can I get down
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
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 y'all
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 dominate
See I ain't scared of you muthafuckas
To me ya all suckers cause I make the ruckus
Don't try to buck us, we roll with the cuf
No cuf on the roof bitin' like a saber tooth
I pound on the ground when I get down
So let me get down, let me get down
Can I get down
Get down
Get on down
Can I get down
To leap a tall building
Crush the earth-a-phone
But I'm sayin' ain't no fair when MC's 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[unverified]
Ya sh*t ain't nothing but a quarter
The name of the track is Get Down
So let me Get Down and pound other MC's in the ground
Can I get down
Get down
Get on down
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