Lyrics:
is, think I want you say to
Wir drehn'uns um und sehen Biz Markie Arm
In Arm mit Gabi und dieser Melodie:
Will Smith, Meer Gayne?
Will Smith, Meer
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
or the prisons
Talkin' with my daughter
I learned to listen
She's studyin' law, I told her
"make firm decisions"
This is a prism of Hip Hop realism
From the block
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
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
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
on the floor, two steps to the side
Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh
I got sour diesel roll
One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out
and Jay-z
Rakim and eric B
Slim shady
Biz markie
And weezy
Make this shit look easy
Still not a clone, im gonna be known
As a goat, one who’ll uphold the soul
And people would crowd us
On staircases with rah and sha the ganja would spark me
I was fiending to battle dougie fresh, buff and biz markie
Was always
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
And that’s okay
I’ll feel this way till the end
Cause
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
I’ll just be here minding my biz minding my biz
Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Tone it down, is
Sing that your wish is my command
And as a DJ, I'm here to play what you demand
Go on man, sing something, baby
Won't you play, won't you play
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
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All
this for years, shedding blood and tears nigga don't sleep on me
Tel her that my name is Richard and I got a net worth
This dick ain't free
Sorry I got
acting and laughing
Shawty this is tragic
Never gone spark back the magic
It ain’t gonna work baby don’t try
Back in the day when i would cry
You would run
nonperishable am real and I feel like a G.O.A.T
This that big Mac by the spire
We just left living room
Hit passion for the fashion I admire
Living soon
Diceys
Get on the microphone and just rip the track
Who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
Treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch
the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
Telling all the DJs to play this
On a stereo
And I pray the next time you hear my music is on a radio
On a radio
The next time I'd be talking
Is
But she's just a friend like Biz Markie
Now make that a lesson, stack my plate the first time So it's no need to go back for a second
I'm talkin'
Hearing something of
Mine and being like, "Wow, this
Is a fresh approach, " and
Somebody hearing something and crying
You know?
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