Funk Pow

My sound's equivelant to beat down

(craig mack with funk blend

Its better than

Preacher and the reverend

And my style may never end)

It never ends

Mack shakes em down

Its time

Oh shit its time yo

Oh shit the macks comin

Just when you thought it wasn't safe for '94

I'm way more severe in your hemisphere

Than Fred Astaire

In his best nightmare

Macks unfair

Never gave a damn though

When it's time to go

Yo ass gotta go

[?] all my MC's

[?] MC's.. taste kind of tender..

It ain't no more stuff that you could be kickin

Could out do finger lickin'

Stuff that i drop , boy

Craig Mack is super sonic like hydroponic

Chronic , ironic funk tonic all in ya ear

The rough rugged new birth for birth

Leaves The Mack in full effect and start a [?]

I put MC's in the ground

When the Funk pound

My sound equivalent to beat down

Craig Mack

The Funk blend is better than

Preacher then the Reverend

They pray my style may never end

The Mack shakes em' down boy

Shake down

'94

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[Verse 2]

I kick flavor out the manhole

Dodge , she blow

The fat flow

Hard like a steel-toe

And when you hear me thumpin all down the streets

Realize that The Mack's super duper on the beats

And my monster trail moves slow like a snail

In detail I cook em' like a third rail

My mind's made up , Black

[?]Inauguration ,my nation

Is the whole population

[chomp chomp chomp]

Throwing MC's vaccination

This fat sensation

Is why my creation

I figure fake funk flippers

Diamond tippers and no name rhyme rippers

I just Craig Mack tip em'

Get you down and raw

Get your throat all sore

And ain't nobody fuckin wit you anymore

More bass

More in ya face

More raw taste

More bass to stuff inside a place

Got Fat Funk Flav