It's me the diabolical, Biz Mark symbolical
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I shakes from scripts of hits I made a while ago
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Now I'm on the run again starting other capers
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And people couldn't catch me even if I was "The Vapors"
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I leave you in trauma with my funky personna
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Cause I'm jamming just like Teddy but I'm nasty like Madonna
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Cause me without big strong thoughts for a Biz song
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Is like Patty LaBelle not singing with a wig on
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I don't give a damn if my record gets panned
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Cause my style stays fresh like I rap in Saran
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When I'm sure that I'm pure like Snapple
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Suppose when I write my rhymes like I'm the Big Apple
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Or New York or whatever you call it, I don't even care
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Cause if I can make it there, I can make it anywhere
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So, I walk the walk through the streets of New York
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More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
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So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
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I rock it from the Billy Ocean to the Al B. Shore!
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People always want to give dap to everyone
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But I've been around the world so I ahhh [?]
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"I'm the Biz Markie, the human beatbox and the rap king"
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"Have the people stomping to my beat you bet" [x4]
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Take a pause for the cause, cause this is a recording
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If rap was a prison, then I be the warden
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I do the Gator in my snakeskin Jordans
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And when it comes to cash I flash more than Gordon
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You want me to rock the rhyme cause I got the type you crave
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And I heat up jams like I was MC Microwave
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And when I drop a style, call it def, call it cool
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As long as you don't call me when I'm on a toliet stool
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I stoke and swin in a room full of women
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When I drop the gold like Meadowlark Lemon
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Everywhere I've been I've seen 'em fat and thin
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Even girls with hair on their chinny chin chin
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But you can be just a friend if you're sporting your own look
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Or if you got more chins than a Chinese phonebook
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Women love my style from [?] Long Isle
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Even got my mother singing "Thanks for my Child"
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My temperature rises every time I'm near a stereo
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Cause I catch dance fever like my name was Danny Terio
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But I go, on and on and on and on and on and!
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From midnight point to the early moring, AHHHH!
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"I'm the Biz Markie, the human beatbox and the rap king"
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"Have the people stomping to my beat you bet" [x4]
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It's my way or the highway, I'm ahead of the slow lane
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But when I ride to Motown I jump on a Soul Train
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Rappers like to flow with all energy and action
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But I'd rather take it nice and slow like Freddy Jackson
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So don't try to stick to me like somebody's gearshift
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Cause I'll hit you so far west you'll come back Easter
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The style I display, but I say it a badder way
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I got more rhymes than cartoons on a Saturday
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You're still confused cause you don't know how bad he is
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Like a pregnant _ who don't know who the daddy is
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Just like a snap I can whip any rapper
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That's why probably my grandparents called me a whipper snapper
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You're lost in the sofa trying to cross my line
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Then run to the lost and found cause you lost your mind
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I'm coming on strong cause I'm dropping nothing soft
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Still had it going on when "The Biz is Going Off"
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I'm singing in the rain cause I got the audacity
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Or some kids want to sundance with Butch Cassidy
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You couldn't shine on my in the spotlight
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Cause your ass couldn't shine if you sat on a flashlight
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"I'm the Biz Markie, the human beatbox and the rap king"
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"Have the people stomping to my beat you bet" [x4]
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I'm The Biz Markie
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Biz Markie |