Lyrics:
you're just my type
You're the kind
You're the kind whose spirits are runnin' free
Let's take a sip of some cold, cold wine
And dance to the music
front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z's,
ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim the hit at you
Method
the music with your mouth, biz!
{*Biz Markie beatboxes*}
Well I don't just do the beatbox, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all
and make you do a pas de bourre
Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, crowd
I recall in days of old
When my grandma said to me
You can travel far and wide
If you learn your do re mi's
You might play the hall of Carnegie
why would you enforce an ordinance?
Music it saves lives, these kids out here are supporting it
And through the art form we've learned the importance
Doctorin'
We're doctorin' the house
Doctorin'
So clap your hands to what he's doin'
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Hey,
it
And country music was the king
Then he talked about the music
About that old time country sound
About the neon nights on Broadway
Before the party
used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights,
And I'd send him some homemade wine...
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For
Will your in-laws just spit!
After all of that baloney
They've made you go through
All that muttering that you're a phony
'Cause what do you do
roll
I was fooled by what I do
Makin' music
Don't you see
It ain't for me,
It's for you
It's for you.
records have stickers with a warning from Tipper
'Cause they're no good for kids if we'd get her we'd strip her
KMFDM forward the ultimate sound
manipulating
Especially when you're black and
Just turned 18 so what's a kid to do
When your fresh out of school and the
Negatives of the world
Constantly
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back
Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn
It's not a place
This
[Hello I'm the Pied Piper from the far away land of Night]
[Nobody knows anything about my existence]
[I only want to know kids]
[Late at night
[Chorus]
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Well I don't just do the beat
you like me now
But I know how you do, you're straight from Babylon
But I know how you do, you're straight from Babylon
They said, ?Turn it down?
straight
So how you like me now
But I know how you do
You're straight from Babylon
But I know how you do
You're straight from Babylon
They said
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
from dreaming...
Then I woke up from dreaming
OLD BRUSH ARBORS
(Darrell Edwards - G. Ardis)
« © '66 Glad Music »
(Old Brush Arbors by
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack,
talking to God, I know what I've been doin' G
Do you know how I be embarrassed?
My prayers sound like Ben Stiller's on Meet the Parents
And I ain't good,
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