What da fuck's going on inside the biz  Shit ain't raw no more  Fake is how it is  I hear brothers talking 'bout shooting and killing  Then going home and chilling  Frontin' like a villain  Let me tell you something real  Is how the Mack feel,  I ain't no criminal and represent no steel  I tell you one thing though  MC's better walk slow the Mack's on the earth  to let you know  I'm on a mission from the kingdom of God  To do away with MC's dat represent nimrod  You MC's have been too bad,  So where you go now ice ya gonna wish you had  When MC's disappear it's my fault,  It's time to put all the madness to a flying halt  And radio ya need to be ashamed,  For pumping murder, murder, murder all up in   our brain  I'll tell ya now Big Poppa don't like it,  Representing truth when the Mack  starts to mike it  I hope the subject don't turn ya away  But the whole Hip-Hop generation need to pray    Chorus  Whatcha gon do when God comes  You can front now, but when God comes  You can't get straped for when God comes  Cuz you won't know how to act, when God comes    Now we all established dat Mack's new king  And the king for his people has to represent the   right thing  Brothers in the ghetto stop genociding  'Cause same boat we riding, will do like the Poseidon  I watched the earth's cheese line get longer, I watch  Allegiance to Satan's army looking stronger  I watched drugs and guns take control  I even watched how the devil take the Black woman's soul  They ain't got respect no more  When your ass on the camera you ain't nothing but a whore  Ladies you need to help out your man,  Instead of frontin' at the club with a drink in your hand  The Black family is now pre-history  And we don't need psychic healing from Dionne Warwick  We all need to be down on our knees beggin' please  Lord help us shake this disease  And MC's don't take these rhymes for no joke,  Craig Mack pen is mightier than the sword  you stroke  So take heed to the words that I send,  'Cause on Judgement Day everey man must attend    Chorus    All our Black leaders are throwing on they war paint  I ain't seen a saint that might make me faint  How long can we sing that song  Knowing that the shit ya kicking brother is dead wrong  And don't figure Mack new to get started  'Cause flip out an old fat verse from get retarded  I'm talking from veteran chair prepare  MC's nightmare only there's no need to fear  Shape up ya Lord about to strike  With thunder claps that turn day into night  With something similar to Gabriel's horn  The first flag up my tribe of Judah's now been warn  Peace to Bad Boy for bring me here  People of the world presenting Mack this year  No need for fronting his time has almost came  And the last rhyme ya hear bears Craig Mack's name    Chorus