Uh, well, this is how nice and smooth it is

Hey uh, listen to them

Warm it up Kris I'm about to

Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do

Warm it up Kris I'm about to

Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do

So many times I heard your rhyme but you can't touch this

I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say You're too much Kris

So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad

The fire's what I'm packin and what I'm packin is real bad

I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go

Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo

Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...

With rhyme after rhyme I win

The Mac The Mac

Nuff for breakin' 'em off somethin'

They layin' in the back and front

Keepin' the speakers pumpin'

The miggida miggida miggida Mac came to get a warm

And my pants to the back that's my everyday uniform

You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe

Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be

So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles

You can get the finger... the middle

Warm it up Kris I'm about to

Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do

Warm it up Kris I'm about to

Warm it up Kris

Hey, yo Kris kick it first

I caught you on the scope The scope

Peepin at my rhymes cuz it's dope it's dope

And for you those no hope, my name Is what?

Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out

Catchin' all the ladies

The age I be I should be playin with toys

Instead I put my head into make you make noise

That's how I kick it that's my everyday life and

I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man

I'm the wrong brotha for suckers to be messin with

Cuz when I put the mike in my hand I start reckin it

They call me D-A- double D-Y-M-A-C

They ain't another n**** as bad as me

When I let go something from the ghetto word

Little brotha kickin rhymes like you never ever heard

Daddy of then all shot to kill grab your gun

Kris Kross show you how it's done