It`s me the diabolical, Biz Mark symbolical
I shakes from scripts of hits I made a while ago
Now I`m on the run again starting other capers
And people couldn`t catch me even if I was "The Vapors"
I leave you in trauma with my funky personna
Cause I`m jamming just like Teddy but I`m nasty like Madonna
Cause me without big strong thoughts for a Biz song
Is like Patty LaBelle not singing with a wig on
I don`t give a damn if my record gets panned
Cause my style stays fresh like I rap in Saran
When I`m sure that I`m pure like Snapple
Suppose when I write my rhymes like I`m the Big Apple
Or New York or whatever you call it, I don`t even care
Cause if I can make it there, I can make it anywhere
So, I walk the walk through the streets of New York
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don`t try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the Billy Ocean to the Al B. Shore!
People always want to give dap to everyone
But I`ve been around the world so I ahhh ???
"I`m the Biz Markie, the human beatbox and the rap king"
"Have the people stomping to my beat you bet" (Repeat 4x)
Take a pause for the cause, cause this is a recording
If rap was a prison, then I be the warden
I do the Gator in my snakeskin Jordans
And when it comes to cash I flash more than Gordon
You want me to rock the rhyme cause I got the type you crave
And I heat up jams like I was MC Microwave
And when I drop a style, call it def, call it cool
As long as you don`t call me when I`m on a toliet stool
I stoke and swin in a room full of women
When I drop the gold like Meadowlark Lemon
Everywhere I`ve been I`ve seen `em fat and thin
Even girls with hair on their chinny chin chin
But you can be just a friend if you`re sporting your own look
Or if you got more chins than a Chinese phonebook
Women love my style from ??? Long Isle
Even got my mother singing "Thanks for my Child"
My temperature rises every time I`m near a stereo
Cause I catch dance fever like my name was Danny Terio
But I go, on and on and on and on and on and!
>From midnight point to the early moring, AHHHH!
"I`m the Biz Markie, the human beatbox and the rap king"
"Have the people stomping to my beat you bet" (Repeat 4x)
It`s my way or the highway, I`m ahead of the slow lane
But when I ride to Motown I jump on a Soul Train
Rappers like to flow with all energy and action
But I`d rather take it nice and slow like Freddy Jackson
So don`t try to stick to me like somebody`s gearshift
Cause I`ll hit you so far west you`ll come back Easter
The style I display, but I say it a badder way
I got more rhymes than cartoons on a Saturday
You`re still confused cause you don`t know how bad he is
Like a pregnant ______ who don`t know who the daddy is
Just like a snap I can whip any rapper
That`s why probably my grandparents called me a whipper snapper
You`re lost in the sofa trying to cross my line
Then run to the lost and found cause you lost your mind
I`m coming on strong cause I`m dropping nothing soft
Still had it going on when "The Biz is Going Off"
I`m singing in the rain cause I got the audacity
Or some kids want to sundance with Butch Cassidy
You couldn`t shine on my in the spotlight
Cause your ass couldn`t shine if you sat on a flashlight
"I`m the Biz Markie, the human beatbox and the rap king"
"Have the people stomping to my beat you bet" (Repeat 4x)
