Lyrics:
at the starting line
When Eve was on Adam's mind
And he was the first to go
In search of the great unknown
And falling yet again
'Cause good girls they like
Mark: Woahh oahh oahh Woahh oahh oahh
Tom: Mark, shut the fuck up!
Mark: Okay Tom!
Tom: Hey everyone,
I just want you to know that I fucked
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
heat and he won’t think twice
Yeah
Well, why do you think they
Call me Jessie James?
Too much trouble better stay away
Grab your hat, better get gone
My name is James
James Riot is who I am
I am the rock
Of the fancified world I am
I store the answers of my game
Sharpens my pick and cramp
I am
@Chat Boys
"Soof"
(Satty, mendy, dean, gluck, brandon, raf, wise, ethan, lew
Adam, walt, yerm, ruv, morrow, klig, mark, shoosh, jared, ari)
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
forget, Bolo, Footloose
You know, the incomparable DJ G.I
Kim Lumpkin, Bizzy, Spores (you heard)
Marcus, Mr. Mark Pitts, L.A. Reid
Drew, Tyvee, Success,
question mark
Lookie here, you can't have everything going
You got to have a balance
If you got a mother, baby
You know you can't take her home
You see,
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
George Washington
John Adams
Thomas Jefferson
James Madison
James Monroe
John Quincy Adams
Andrew Jackson
Martin Van Buren
William Harrison
John
George Washington
John Adams
Thomas Jefferson
James Madison
James Monroe
John Quincy Adams
Andrew Jackson
Martin Van Buren
William Harrison
John
the dark, I plummet
Now the sky's blackening, I know the mark's high
Butter-flies rip apart my stomach
Knowing that no matter what bars I come with
You're
I'm done with this I'll be around like James Brown
Ain't no thing, honey just sing, you know I and you
Yeah, we got it goin' on, we got it goin' on
We
James in the Green Room with
Will Smith and Jay-Z
Now who, who do we pretend we used to be
Summer's up in the shape of a daisy fool
We did all this
Życie wyszło z mody ja podążam za trendami
Pod nogami kłody ja się jedną staję
Pamiętam wśród oklasków że jestem klęską
Młody artysta jak James Joyce
Written by Lewis Mark
Lead vocals by James Young
if it's my time to die today
please God oh make it fast
balanced on this point for a year
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Acts, Romans
First and Second Corinthians
Galatians, Ephesians
Philippians, Colossians
First and Second Thessalonians
down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark and the cabbage patch
You try to turn the key but then you broke the latch
Sneak into my files for some rhymes
Cain, firstborn son of Adam
You killed your brother Abel.
Now bear a mark of God in your eyes
Pain is (the) sing of your symbol
And you'll be
named pearly lewis oh yeah a guy named kenneth adams word and a guy named mark johnson jeff wants to thank them specially I'm with it we can't forget our
Harrison
Don Valiant
Bonita Blassingame
Debbie Thompson
Mark O'Heanian
Andrea Allrad
Kenneth Simmons
Ronnie Toosink
Diana Carter
Greta Martin
Marcia Hearst
the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no, stupid yep
And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James at fifteen
the gift that I have
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Educated no, stupid yep
And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh
I'm not James at fifteen
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