hah my momma said back when i was born that you was warned so now your ass gets torn 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 send mc s up north i never had to fight with the mic to make the funk so dynamite so parasite mc s might wanna bite welcome to 1994 beats that thump rhymes that s bumpin now at your backdoor never figured mack got funk for days when project funk da world brought the brand new craze and mc s can t get one line with the genuine check how deep mack s on your mind i ma hit you with the boom pow colder than moscow mc s your judgment s now here it comes mc s your judgment is now mc s your judgment day is now mc s your judgment is 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 i m back with this deeper than minds of minolta preachin better than a preacher up on an altar i feel that i have pardoned pardoned no need for bad grammar startin in my mc garden and i m 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 craig mack is here to stay rugged as a mountain bike on mc judgment day from now until the earth s gone in the chess game of rap mc s ain t nothin but a pawn as the rap romps through your town and mc s around time to put your pens down mc s your judgment is now mc s your judgement is now mc s your judgment is now mc s your judgment day is now it was a rumble tumble i put the bee inside the bumble kickin wicked type of hyper won t never fumble 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 madder the don dadda is still gettin fatter you be lovin how it sound and shit an ambulance when i battle for the sponsorin and you can thank bad boy for that and thank me for layin mc s on the mat scat scoot what s he gonna make a louder hoot when i pollute the world with funk to the root mad rhymes we bust in god we trust and mc s don t discuss when ya turn back to dust mark the year 1994 when mc s hit the floor mc s your judgment is now mc s your judgment is now mc s your judgment is now mc s your judgment day is now boyeee 1