Here comes the one they call King MC
If you're tired of those phony fake rhymes that be
I'm back with this deeper than Minds of Minolta
Preachin better than a preacher up on an altar
I feel that I have pardoned, pardoned
No need for bad grammar startin in my MC garden
And I'm kinda hungry tonight
So I pulls out the ground a fat rhyme to recite
I don't means to boast but the most is me your host
On post, kickin flav til they ghost
Craig Mack is here to stay
Rugged as a mountain bike on MC judgment day
From now until the Earth's gone
In the chess game of rap, MC's ain't nothin but a pawn
(Your move)
As the rap romps through your town
And MC's around, time to put your pens down