Lyrics:
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
This is another hit from Biz Markie
Dedicated to the radio, not he or she
Be-cause it's time for them to get recognized
This is my version
cause you will be misled
By other people, devils and demons
I'm Biz Markie, I'm not Alfred Simmons
I'm just tellin' you to do this, without no doubt
on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beat box a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days'll be numbered like
Yeah uh, no doubt
It's Reborn tha Rebizzle
Aha uha.
No doubt
Check it now
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn
Yeah uh, no doubt
It's Reborn tha Rebizzle
Aha uha
No doubt
Check it now
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha
Mac Miller,
RIP fucking Prodigy, Big L, Biggie, Pac
Rest in Peace Biz Markie, Phife, Juice,
Fucking ODB
Goddamn, this album is in memory of true hip
dope hits in the mix
Rippin shows with Kane and Biz Markie
Fuckin up Roxanne and takin out Sparky
Niggas came in flocks from blocks and blocks
To watch
down with the dogs you gon' get up with the fleas, huh
Got more lines than a prison wall's tally markings
She said "he just a friend," like Biz Markie
So
a dog on a flea
Now I know my dance is the funky dance comin
Pee-Wee Herman (Biz Markie) was pumpin (but mine is jumpin)
It's the Steve...
Like
word to the mother my brother
And boy did the B-I-Z love her
But then those were the days
My friend we thought they'd never end
And she looked
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
is Biz Markie
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick ' em
don't think I got it on me but the Yop close
But damn that's the way we live
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell them that they just a friend
it art I call it double arp
We keep spinning
Cuz bail getting made bout me
Sold out next to my name on a big marquee
On the album goin off like biz
that lace on
I beat the box like Biz Markie
She told me slow down baby, 'cause I swear you 'bout to break something
Your whole body is a work of art
Kill
Or say that
I'm sorry
For any kind of talk that was hurtful
I feel like Biz Markie
Cause you got what I need
Something you hate to see
But now I'm on my
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
car settlements!
[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
Party havin people guaranteed to be like
a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks
I'm a rap god but still
Human like the beatbox
Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two
Rest in peace to Biz Markie
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach
down these breaks until I brake into the biz
Into the biz
To the biz Imma swish never miss how I live
Never twist what it is what it ain't
Keep it real
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