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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 

Chorus 

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 

Chorus

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