Lyrics:
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
had some things that I hid deep inside me
I shoved them so deep I forgot they were there
This page is a canvas the ink is my heart
I been trying to hard
Wind
(of my Soul) " and I'm a hard headed woman
So I've been told yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears?
If
summer days by cool waterfalls,
Like the music we hear,
Those things we'll always hold dear,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
summer days by cool waterfalls,
Like the music we hear,
Those things we'll always hold dear,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
(Ha ha)
(Ooh Ooh)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Uh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(It's that feel good music)
(Gotta feel good with it)
(Uh)
(Ah)
I
Woke up in
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
at bottles of meds I consume
Hurting my stomach and liver inside
All the things that I do and that's how I'm defined
Hoping to savor that moment remain
Down
Remains in the music
My word remains in the music
You choose to be under the weather
You choose to take life by the reigns
You choose
You choose
You can't
Heading to greatness having heads shaking
Hot bars what I be baking good tasting
Hated by masons cause of the music I'm making
I know people not gon like
I stay publishing
And they stay listening to my music
Stay Hustlin'
(This is Ryini Beats)
The way I be livin my life with nothin
Gotta make somethin
your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, three, let's go)
Power music, electric revival
your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, three, let's go)
Power music, electric revival
get it bro, I promise I’ll remain the same yeah
I been on the grind all by myself
Where you was at when I needed yo help
Music that one thing that’s
and the music
From Maui up to Bangor Maine
Lord it may sound strange
But it ain't just a southern thing!
Oh I've played up in Chicago
And western Colorado
Things feel kinda different now
After four years built a crowd from all the friends that I've found
People that truly make me feel safe and sound
ultra called Biz Markie
Makin music orderly is my specialty
When I go {*BOOM*} ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite
a game
One thing I can't explain
How real your love is when I'm walking by faith
When I'm living by faith
It's not a check that box off type of thing
Want
wanna make love
Make love
Make love
This type of music make always help me get by
Get by
Get by
This type of music the only thing that gets me through it
name I cannot remember
Using Opiates overly, openly fuckin'
Up my image, yeah
One thing you need to know about me is
All I ever wanted was love
The musics gotten way worse
So i gotta misbehave
I guess at the end of the day some
Things will never change
my past
Can't forget about my loved ones
Can't forget about those who past
Thinking bout my future
I'm thinking bout what remains of us
Things I
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