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
[Hook]
[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