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