Project: Funk da World - Craig Mack

From nowhere.

from nowhere.

from nowhere.

from nowhere.

From nowhere.

from nowhere.

from nowhere.

Okay everybody listen up okay?

Craig Mack’s in the building alright?

He’s on the premises, I need you three on the roof

You coordinate the left wing

He must not get into the terminal to access the «Funk Da World» secrets

I repeat, he must get into the terminal

I want him stopped I don’t care what it takes alright?

Move out, now, c’mon let’s go let’s go let’s go!

Yo Mack!

There’s somebody on the roof man!

Yeah I know man.

Just another second man

C’mon man, we gotta do this shit!

I know, I’m gettin the door open man!

Come right now, come right now, come right now

I swear, come right now — two more seconds, two more seconds

Look look look look look

Uhh!

Yeah son

Shit, the 4−5 man.

I ain’t got the damn.

I ain’t got the fuckin modulation

Yeah you got it

Control pads man

You got that

Alright look — I need the voice modulation.

Yo 4−5- do me a favor man, set the detonators man

Let’s get the fuck up outta here

Yeah yeah, I got that, I got that

Denied

I set it up so that if ANYBODY gets up in here the whole shit blows

Denied

4−5-76−0-2 look BANG!

«Access granted.»

Computer!

How ya doin' bwoy?

This is the Mack in fullavicious funk flav bwoy, how we goin?

Initiate code sequence for «Project: Funk Da World»

Dash oh-4−7, 6−9, zero-10

Coming out, ninety-four boom!

Hahh bwoy

Kickin' it Mack, bwoy

Nobody’s rappin like me and that’s clear

I got this mad style, beats from next year

The style, I bring, is shitting

Get used to the format cause old one’s be quitting

Buckle in for the funk funk funk

And let the king of swingers drive Benz out the trunk

I’m the magnificent, roaster, who’s the man?

Run down and low to the promised land

No compromise on my rise

Strappin' in mad biddly beats, nothin' capsized

So go on, wait 'til fuckin break of dawn

The new grip is here, Jig will tell you it’s on

Mack’s back, full effect

But this is my freestyle, so yo wait a sec (HAH)

Don’t try to push or your fronts might feel it

And if you got size then I gots to reveal

Out comes the chrome and the shiny

With the tss- that thing’s for your heiny (BLAOW!)

So meet the genuine, keep it on the hush hush

That slow flow ain’t the only way I crush

I break it down to stone like Medusa

You lose ta what you ain’t used ta

All aboard express train for pain

Bigger than membranes that leave you in stains

Now hang on cause my freestyle’s a winner

The verse slayer, so say a prayer like your dinner

MC’s all know that I’m a menace (I'm a menace my nigga)

And I won’t finish.

until you finish (HAH)

I come from a life of a corner

Waitin' for my house fat pool plus a sauna

Craig Mack’s the man 'cause I got it

And ain’t a motherfuckin soul on top of 'em

(not a motherfucker bwoy)

Cause I’mma boom bash, crash, smash

Your whole program your program ain’t worth a damn

The unquestionable, impressionable messiah

Like that John Sparks say, the world is on fire

So take your time cause your turn’s gettin closer

The new world’s now hell and Craig Mack’s the host

Ghost (one.)

And now, «Project: Funk Da World» bwoy, hahhh!

Hahh, Mack-a-docious, presents.