Lyrics:
the music is yours
In mid dancin', doin' the biz
What you tell me to do is (down by law)
All you girls, raise the level, shout as loud as you can
This all you want
Big Los all you want
From New York
Live they like my style
Jade for my baby
So rare
Boss player
Your favorite
Dis big
Chilling
records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You'll find out only if she
yet)
Where we going?
"He's Biz Markie" yo make the music with ya mouth
(Nobody, Nobody beats the Biz)
"That's incedible"...20 years later...still
Harry
With a rap that's big and fat that Mariah couldn't Carey
So don't come to me with that same ol' same ol'
'Cause I'll knock your butt somewhere
all should abide by
Big man said there was a code
By which we should live and we should die by
Beat shakin' like flour in paper bags
See 'em
make my mouth closed like it's clothing (what?)
This what it is though, but this is show biz, so things
Ain't never really truly over 'til Lizzo sings
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
mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin
But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas
Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch,
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,
Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "by any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out
I gotta get my fix
Keep your eyes off my watch
Make a move at your risk
Back on my biz
Back, back on my biz
Back, back on my biz
Back, back
don't know with
I just stay smoking cuz I'm out the house
Out my mouth, out my drift
Keep my problems to myself
So mind ya fucking business dawg
Justice
rules
We keep it nice and smooth Rakim like Eric be
And run â??Dâ?? emcees to show our biz like AG
See I'm down with two live crews full of fat boys
even the front grass
Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall
I even put work in, under the floor
In the box with the ox, and my skeleton
(Poom Poom)
Poom Poom, yeah (Poom Poom)
Hey lil' shorty, what yo name is?
Catchin' all this wreck in the music biz
How'd you get that body my
out the frying pan, into the fire
I be the music biz number one supplier
Flyer than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the
Game
Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
Call in sick at work, then they take off
For me, spread 'em out for Starky
My mouth may drizzle like BizMarkie
and they'll be feelin' those vibes
So tell me what you need that you have got
Fiending on power will make your blood clot
It starts with the greed and then goes
Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "by any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out
fall)
I'm at the gun range learning how the bullets bust (bust)
Hate got us by the balls, squeeze these
Gotta pay your dues, love
April in the summer
like a t-rex, at Jurassic Park
Making music with my mouth like biz mark
Rougher than Tim's at galheart, check my street smarts
Plus credentials,
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
Heart's what it is
Watch what the kid drops,
I'ma get the prop if you're not with' the biz
Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib
So
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