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Correct Project- Funk Da World Lyrics
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[Intro:] From nowhere.. From nowhere.. From nowhere.. From nowhere.. From nowhere.. From nowhere.. From nowhere.. {*helicopter circling overhead* 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! {*helicopter swoops down, then suddenly boots hitting ground* {*torch is fired up and starts cutting through something* Yo Mack! There's somebody on the roof man! [Mack] Yeah I know man. Just another second man. C'mon man, we gotta do this shit! [Mack] I know, I'm gettin the door open man! [Mack] Come right now, come right now, come right now [Mack] I swear, come right now - two more seconds, two more seconds [Mack] Look look look look look {*bolt or something metal hits the ground*{*alarms go off* [Mack] Uhh! Yeah son. [Mack] shit, the 4-5 man. I ain't got the damn.. [Mack] I ain't got the fuckin modulation. Yeah you got it. [Mack] Control pads man. You got that. [Mack] Alright look - I need the voice modulation. {*typing* [Mack] Yo [?] do me a favor man, set the detenators man. [Mack] Let's get the fuck up outta here. Yeah yeah, I got that, I got that. [Mack] {*typing* Denied. I set it up so that if anybody gets up in here the whole shit blows. [Mack] {*typing fast* Denied. [Mack] {*typing* 4-5-76-0-2 look bang! "Access granted." [Craig Mack] 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" {*typing* Dash oh-4-7, 6-9, zero-10 Coming out, ninety-four {*typing* 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 [?], 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) 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 [?] (not a motherfucker bwoy) Cause I'ma 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..
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