Make the Music With Your Mouth, Biz

Ah one two, ah one two Ah one two, ah one two I'd like to... introduce myself... My name is... ah Biz Markie.. Well I'm the human ultra called 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 in the mood, just go with the flow And I can play rapping records and all disco Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action" When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed It's the brand new thing they call the human beat box craze [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 box, I rock on the mic And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping All the party people say, "Isn't he something?" Rock from New York City all the way down South Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth I'm a tell you party people how I began It started when I'm living in Long Island Hey when I was a kid I used to play in the streets Making sounds with my mouth, all sorts of beats Grown people, used to say - "what"? Grown people, used to say - "what"? .. wrong with that kid making that strange noise It was like, for all the fly girls and all the homeboys Then I tried it at a homeboys basement party They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!" [Chorus] It may look and sound easy doing the human beat box But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note I like doing it as a hobby or a job People treat me like a star and surround me in the mall It's not all the props, spitting, breathing hard and doing You need practice, be ambitious in the schooling Let me tell you party people, you gotta admit Anything than you want you gotta work hard for it That's why I like doing sounds, that's hard to achieve Making two or three sounds at one time you can't believe When I walk down the street, people crowd around me And say, "how you make all those sounds at one time Biz Markie?" I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control I've been doing it since, fifteen years old And everywhere I do it, the people say I'm good I even get big respect in my own neighborhood I'm telling you a fact, and just like it is Even moms pops and cops say, "What up Biz?" Everywhere I go, I always rocked the boat Gonna end this rhyme, with this one note Not gonna act conceited and say I'm the best But I'm guaranteed to pass any kind of test I say def rhymes, with funky fresh lyrics When I do the beat the party people go into hysterics! [Chorus] You heard the proceeding, now here's the sequel All human beat boxes is not created equal That's why I'm here, to say today That I'm doing my beat in a special way Making musical tunes, orally, I have perspective I'm very well known, and greatly respected I like to thank people, without no doubt Peace hi party people it's time to break ou... Make the music... make the music.. Make the music... with your mouth! Make the music... make the music.. Make the music... with your mouth! Make the music... make the music.. Make the music... with your mouth! Make the music... make the music.. Make the music... with your mouth! Make the music... with your mouth!