Biz Markie

Just Rhymin' with Biz


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Just Rhymin' with Biz
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Biz Markie

featuring BizMarkie





Fonkee! Ahhh...

One two, one two

We came here to just motherfucking do

You and a crew

Got my man Marley Marl in the house

Can't forget my man, Lik, y'all in the house

Got Fric and Frac in the house

Hey-hey-hey, you got Big Daddy Kane in the house

Juice Crew in the house

That's right

And my name is the Biz Markie

And we gonna rock a little something like this...>

One, two, whatcha gonna do?

I say yes, yes y'all

To the beat, all

Party-having people guaranteed to be like having a ball


We gonna do a little something like this I say...

I'm the rap promoter

I start to motor

Tour from New York to South Dakota

Drink ginger ale or root beer soda

Never get the girls with the underarm order

Put me on water, I'm a good floater

When I run for prez, you best be a voter

Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda

I watch Star Wars just to see Yoda

Or R2-D2 driving down the BQ

When I buy franks, I make sure they're Hebrew

When I entertain, and love to treat you

Love to see a girl in a nice tight see-through

Take her to the crib, turn on the Beta

Watch a good flick by Arnold Schwartzenegger

Maybe Commando or the Terminator

Peace party people, ha ha see you later!

Big Daddy, huh huh, my man my mellow

Get on the mic cause you know you eat Jell-O


Check it out, y'all

You don't stop

Keep on

Well it's the Kane in the flesh

Of course I'm fresh

Oh you thought that I was rotten?

Huh, I beg your pardon

To me getting paid and getting busy fall together

So a man of my ambiance...never!

Could I be weak, why I'm rather unique

I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique

That I be using and not many can manage

So a brother like me, I do damage

Just by picking up the mic to go solo

I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo

I get physical, mystical, very artistical

Giving party people something funky to listen to

That's why the other MC's can't swing long

I stomp them out just like I was King Kong

Stepping on roaches, I get ferocious


I go on and on and on and

Until the bright Shirley Murdock morning

Cause I'mma pimp, hear the primp, yes the emp-

Eror, bringing much terror in your era

I ready, willing and I'm able, so bust a move

Never use a barbershop I got my homeboy Smooth

Cooling out with the clippers right around the way

To keep my fresh Cameo cut every day

Like that y'all, it's like that y'all

It's like thata-the-that, it's like that y'all

Cause I'm the prosecutor taking a stand

And, I'm cross-examining you my man

The judge and jury, releasing my fury

The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry

You see, the name Kane is superior to many people

It means King Asiatic Nobody's Equal

I hate to brag, but damn I'm good

And if mics were a gun, I'd be Clint Eastwood

And if rap was a game, I'd be MVP

Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-see

Or if rap was a school, I'd be the principal

Aw fuck it, the Kane is invincible

To be specific, I may die one day

But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic

It's a certain special skill that takes much practice

I got it good, apparently you lack this

So in turn, sit back and learn

Listen close, this is for your own concern

Let me show you exactly how it's properly done

Lights, camera, action!

A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also

Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo

Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho-

Tel, to get a good night's sleep

I'm keeping in step

Now do I come off?


Published by EMI Music Publishing, CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC

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