Biz Markie - I'm the BizMarkie lyrics

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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)