Biz:
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<Fonkee!
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Ready?
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Fonkee!
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Fonkee! Ahhh...
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One two, one two
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We came here to just motherfucking do
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You and a crew
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Got my man Marley Marl in the house
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Can? forget my man, Lik, y?ll in the house
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Got Fric and Frac in the house
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Hey-hey-hey, you got Big Daddy Kane in the house
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Juice Crew in the house
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That? right
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And my name is the Biz Markie
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And we gonna rock a little something like this...>
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One, two, whatcha gonna do?
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I say yes, yes y?ll
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To the beat, all
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Party-having people guaranteed to be like having a ball
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H-h-h-hey
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We gonna do a little something like this I say...
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I? the rap promoter
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I start to motor
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Tour from New York to South Dakota
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Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
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Never get the girls with the underarm order
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Put me on water, I? a good floater
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When I run for prez, you best be a voter
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Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
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I watch Star Wars just to see Yoda
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Or R2-D2 driving down the BQ
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When I buy franks, I make sure they?e Hebrew
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When I entertain, and love to treat you
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Love to see a girl in a nice tight see-through
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Take her to the crib, turn on the Beta
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Watch a good flick by Arnold Schwartzenegger
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Maybe Commando or the Terminator
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Peace party people, ha ha see you later!
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Big Daddy, huh huh, my man my mellow
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Get on the mic cause you know you eat Jell-O
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Kane:
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Check it out, y?ll
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You don? stop
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Keep on
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Well it? the Kane in the flesh
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Of course I? fresh
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Oh you thought that I was rotten?
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Huh, I beg your pardon
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To me getting paid and getting busy fall together
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So a man of my ambiance...never!
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Could I be weak, why I? rather unique
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I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique
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That I be using and not many can manage
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So a brother like me, I do damage
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Just by picking up the mic to go solo
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I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
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I get physical, mystical, very artistical
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Giving party people something funky to listen to
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That? why the other MC? can? swing long
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I stomp them out just like I was King Kong
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Stepping on roaches, I get ferocious
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Supercalifragalisticexpealidocious
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I go on and on and on and
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Until the bright Shirley Murdock morning
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Cause I?ma pimp, hear the primp, yes the emp-
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Eror, bringing much terror in your era
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I ready, willing and I? able, so bust a move
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Never use a barbershop I got my homeboy Smooth
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Cooling out with the clippers right around the way
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To keep my fresh Cameo cut every day
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Like that y?ll, it? like that y?ll
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It? like thata-the-that, it? like that y?ll
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Cause I? the prosecutor taking a stand
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And, I? cross-examining you my man
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The judge and jury, releasing my fury
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The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry
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You see, the name Kane is superior to many people
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It means King Asiatic Nobody? Equal
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I hate to brag, but damn I? good
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And if mics were a gun, I? be Clint Eastwood
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And if rap was a game, I? be MVP
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Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C
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Or if rap was a school, I? be the principal
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Aw fuck it, the Kane is invincible
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To be specific, I may die one day
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But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic
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It? a certain special skill that takes much practice
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I got it good, apparently you lack this
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So in turn, sit back and learn
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Listen close, this is for your own concern
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Let me show you exactly how it? properly done
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Lights, camera, action!
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A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
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Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo
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Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho-
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Tel, to get a good night? sleep
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I? keeping in step
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Now do I come off?
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Yep.
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Just Rhymin' with Biz
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| Big Daddy Kane |
