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 forget, 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 MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy You're jockin' 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 jockin' 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 MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy You're jockin' 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 jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style Craig Mack has the phat funk flav 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 millionaire 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 MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy You're jockin' 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 jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style Craig Mack has the phat funk flav