Jockin My Style

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

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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

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