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