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