[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...
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
[DJ cut in the background from ATCQ + L.O.N.S. "Scenario" "Makin moves y'all.."]
[Chorus x4: Puff Daddy]
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough Gotta keep my flow
[Chorus x1]
[Craig Mack] 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 To 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 (get down) One two, Mack man's in full effect
[Chorus x0.75] (rock on, rock on, rock on)
[Craig Mack] Move with the funk Cause we makes the moves on down Kick the funk, hahhhh.. boyeee I'm like the greatest rapper, known to man Got MC's meltin in mouth and not inside my hand (c'mon) And you can try to, write a rhyme-a But the pace that I race'll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer) Do you wanna pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh) That'll leave you standin colder than a winter blizzard (AHH) Mack's engagin, extra blazin Who's you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin) Rhyme flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what) 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 (yeah) I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell em Mack (tell em) I got Bad Boy as my back (that's right) As we kick on the funk called MC subtract Got flow for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon) Got the brand new funk, here's the brand new craze boyeee Mack the dope (one two) We break all of the funk on down (yeah)
[Chorus]
[Craig Mack] Mo Bee, make it.. Bustin out, in the House Makin moves, with the flavor One two, as we get busier We gon' get like this
Come on everybody, let's all get down Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound (whoo!) Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC That be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see) I don't feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor That I got a rhyme for in my top dresser (in your top dresser) Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon) It's this man's turn to earn Since my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon) 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 (as we get busier) Like I said before, here comes the Mack Power-packed in black, to make you see mad graphics (as we get busier) As we get busier In nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor
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 I bet you, my shit come out fatter I got the data to turn your body into antimatter (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 climbin' As I make the funk kickin' out more harder than a diamond (harder than a diamond) And if you didn't know who's rhymin' I guess I'm gonna say Craig Mack with perfect timin' You won't be around next year My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear (KICK IT DOWN!)
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 (boy)
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-rooted Funk smoke that leaves your brains booted This bad M.C. with stamina like Bruce Jenner 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' ain't worth a dime (HAAAAAAAAA! BOY!) Seems like there's no competition in this rap world expedition You come around, I'll knock you out 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 ...) Time for new flava in ya ear (here comes the flavor) I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear (Flavor in ya ear, boy)
Haaa! The Mack is dope With more hope than the 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 sheriff 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 comes the Mack) Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear (HAAAAAA! wakin' up with some flavor!!) Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kickin' brand new flava in ya ear Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
[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: x4] 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"
[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)
[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 [x4]
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 [x4]
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
"I can get real raw.." plus my style is hardcore [x4]
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 On the mainline bringin all the funk bwoy
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
Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!!
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery
[Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!! (Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!! (I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me)
[Verse 2: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's
