Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
I been feeling the pressure arise, pressure arise
Don't know when I'll ever arrive, ever arrive
At the destination, destination
Will I make my mark
it back out
It's gon' be called, "The Return.. of the Biz Mark"
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin' and rap
And now it's time, to bring
Banner
I got dozens of nifty suits, and they'll all shoot
Leave you with a squadron, my armory will harm you
(Hook)
Mark 7, I suit up and clap quick
Mark
to make me vaccinate my kid
JULIAN:
I'm nearly middle aged with no success
MARK:
I'm gonna die in 20 years
And then I'll be praised by my peers
Make me
bizarre
Rappin' style used by me, the B-I-Z
M-A-R-K-I with the E and, you will be agreein'
A brother ain't a brother unless he is say like G'n
Up with
could these MC’s sleep on him
Mans out here tryna live a dream donny
Haters are out here tryna scheme on me
Man switched up the ting turn demonic
I will
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Positivity yes
Have you had your plus sign to day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark you present, or do we mark you late?
Is
A merciless tart will test our resolve bow to our fate like lover's embrace
The place where "x" marks the spot
The place where "x" marks the spot
Entrenched
Coming
No Room At The Holiday Inn-Again
Well, Maybe Next Year--
Or--When
[MARK]
December 24th, Ten PM Eastern
Standard Time
I Can't Believe A Year Went
You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear
You Thatcherites by name, your faults I will proclaim
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Bless the bed I lie upon
Two at my head and two at my feet
Look after me while I sleep
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
The dragon within keeps the flesh alive
To absolve my sin i'm the thief with a mark
Redeemed by the will of the undying spark
The wolf in the dark (The wolf in
step
YOU better watch your step
Now pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Biz Mark Beatnuts we about to rock it
Now pull it out your pocket
coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - Again
Well, maybe next year -- or -- when
MARK
December 24th, Ten P.M. Eastern Standard Time
I can't believe
you, but
Whatever you identify as
My fingerprint will never identify you
Boy I got my thumb in the ink
Tell me what y'all think
I'ma leave a mark in this
the apocalypse
He forced everyone to receive a mark on his right hand
Or on his forehead so that no one shall be able
To buy or sell unless he has that mark
is evolving
When it comes, the apocalypse itself will be a part of the process
Of that leap of evolution
By the very definition of Apocalypse
Mankind
coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - Again
Well, maybe next year -- or -- when
MARK
December 24th, Ten P.M. Eastern Standard Time
I can't believe
and everything
And you travel around, you know
Going to all the neat little shops
Ten marks, costs you ten marks
I'm so hungry!
This call is going to cost you
Second thoughts and doubts
Whirled in my head like a merry go round
Clipping my wings, so I am tame
My lights will not be turned off
By something seen
you further
By pointing out how the mob is the majority
The mob is the power of the mark of beast M.O.B. maybe spelled out swimmingly startling with
anyway.
We will keep you in the dark, you walk by the mark, you walk by the mark.
You misjudge me by my size. Forever in line, forever in line.
You
is a little thick in this room tonight
I reckon it's the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
Overcome by this colorful sight
Talkin' so
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