Project: Funk Da World Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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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 

[Incomprehensible] 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, 4-5-7-6-0-2 look, bang 

Access granted, computer, how ya doin' boy? 

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

Initiate code sequence for 'Project: Funk Da World' 

Dash 0-4-7, 6-9, zero-10, comin' out, ninety-four, boom 

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Hah boy, kickin' it Mack, boy 

Nobody's rappin' like me and that's clear 

I got this mad style, beats from next year 

The style, I bring is shittin' 

Get used to the format 'cause old one's be quittin' 

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 

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 [Incomprehensible], that thing's for your heiny 

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 

And I won't finish until you finish 

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 [Incomprehensible] 

'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 

And now, 'Project: Funk Da World' boy 

Hah, Mack-a-docious, presents