Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Judgement Day, artist - Craig Mack. Album song Project: Funk Da World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: Bad Boy, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Judgement Day |
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’mma 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’mma 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) |