Yo Mac, I don't even understand how they didn't understand you and that Mary Joy. Kick that old robotic, futuristic George Jetson, crazy Joy. Just like Uniblab, robotic kick and slap. Or flavor bitter batter, cheddar chowder, madder than the Mad Hat. I bet you my *** come by fatter. I got the data to turn your body into antimatter. And just like a piece of sizzling, you'll fit inside my stomach with the eggs and crisps between. The king is what I mean. My man, get a cup and put some change inside your hand. Now hold up, let's make this official. Everybody let's agree that MC's need a tissue. The folk's my only issue. I bet your mama miss you and I bet the Mac take off like an MX missile. No more of your whining on the charts climbing as I make the funk kicking out more harder than a diamond. And if you didn't know who's rhyming, I guess I'm gonna say Craig Mack with perfect timing. You won't be around next year. My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flavor in your ear. Here comes the brand new flavor in your ear. Time for new flavor in your ear. I'm kickin' new flavor in your ear. Back to brand new flavor in your ear. Craig Mack, one thousand degrees. You'll be on your knees and you'll be burning begging please for the freeze. Man's indisputed and deep rooted. Folk smoke that leaves your brains booted. This bad MC with stamina like Bruce Jenner. The winner takes the MC's for dinner. You're crazy like that glue. You think that you can outdo my one-two. That's sick like the flu. Now boy, I flip boy all the time. Plus boy, the rhyme you kickin' ain't worth a dime. Seems like there's no competition in this rap world expedition. You come around, I'll knock you out position. No flame could ever dig a grave over the Mac. The power pack in black make you see mad ***. And here comes the brand new flavor in your ear. Back to brand new flavor in your ear. Here comes the brand new flavor in your ear. Time for new flavor in your ear. I'm kicking new flavor in your ear. Back to brand new flavor in your ear. Here comes the brand new flavor in your ear. Time for new flavor in your ear. I'm kicking new flavor in your ear. Back to brand new flavor in your ear. I got the back office with more hope than the Pope. But for MCs, more knots than ropes. I'd like to break it down, down breaking, forsaking laws. The MC's shaking with this track that my man's making. MCs will run like a bomb threat. I bet, or better yet, make you sweat. Getting hotter than the sun gets. Craig Mack is the plane that bops from here to Tibet. I break all rules with my actions. At the Maxxings, the MCs start relaxing. There's a brand new sheriff that's in town. He's getting down, leaving bodies buried in the ground. I set up rhymes for a decoy, down for bad boy, watch the MCs not destroy. Here comes a brand-new flavor in your ear. Time for new flavor in your ear. I'm kicking new flavor in your ear. Back to brand new flavor in your ear. Here comes the brand new flavor in your ear. It's time for new flavor in your ear. I'm kicking brand-new flavor in your ear. Back to brand-new flavor in your ear. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!