Lyric 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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