Biz Markie

Yo, you know this is.. FON-KAY
I'd like to say rest in peace, to Aaliyah (sweet thing)
And 'Left Eye' Lopez
But, you know, shout out to my man Bruce Lee
Jackie Chan, check it out, Jet Li

[Verse One]
I'ma bring it to you like this
Drop a three pointer from the corner like swish
Walk around with a name belt and a funky new rap
Shell tops new and Space Invaders cap
Old school like, bread and gravy
Me and Monty roll together like Fred and Grady
Ain't, nothin you can say to stop this mad man
Play Defender, Centipede and Ms. Pac-Man
Just like Martin Luther I had a dream
In a house with no heat, just kerosene
Call Biz Mark, so you get the better connection
The type to wear Timbs to a weddin reception
I'm so smart, I even got a GED
Plus a vide-oh-oh, BET, and MTV
I'm the best thing out now go ask your moms
Spendin money on cars just to pass the time

[Chorus]
Four chicken wings with shrimp fried rice, that's good
{*scratch: "Egg foo yung"*}
Beef and broccoli with a little white rice, that's good
{*scratch: "Fried one time"*}
Chicken chow mein with a little white rice, that's good
{*sample: "Mix it mix it up nice"*}
I need a couple of egg rolls in my neighborhood, that's good

[Verse Two]
I'm the Uptown rhymer, large like Big Momma
Keep three girls on the couch like "Oh Drama"
End every line with period, no comma
Hidin out 'til I'm found like Osama
Walk on water, filled with pirahnas
Want the tie within coats with no liner
If I ever lose my girl, I go find her
If not, I got Shirl' and Tawanna
Right back on ya, yep the old timer
Any contract you got, I no sign-a
Don't smoke or use drugs, of no kind-a
Everything that I wear, is de-signer
Just like Dolce, hang with Gabbana
Biz Mark play his part, the show timer
Make any party hot like your sauna
Still keep the crowd controlled with no drama

[Chorus] - change last line to "I need SOME egg rolls.." etc.

[Verse Three]
It's the Mmah, Zah-aYYAH, Rrah, Zah-KaYYAH
When Guiliani leave I will be the Mayor
In the year two-thou', I'm gonna house
I'm still tryin to look up a girl's blouse
Got a Hummer for the summer, Benz for my girlfriend
When it comes to ice, I got a lot of dia-monds
I'm hangin at the Rucker, watchin skip-to-my-loo
Girls askin me to do the {*puh, ah one-two*}
Weather is good, about eighty degrees
My X-Ray vision seein thongs and G's
Thankin the Lord for the beautiful day
I seen people sippin on Tanqueray
Everything's the same, in the new millen'
Seattle is where, they got a Hip-Hop Museum
So listen to the way I rock the spot
Right about now I'ma make you hot

[Chorus] - change last line again

[Biz Markie]
Rrrrrah! The Emmezah..
Hey, Bruce Lee! Jackie Chan! My man Jet Li!
Five Deadly Venoms, the Master Killer
Huang Yu, Angela Mayo, okay
{*Biz imitating the oriental beat*}
I'm the Bizz Markeeee and I can rock
To {???}
I can't forget my man by the name of {?} he rock
He rock, I'm the Biz and I STOP

[Biz + P. Diddy]
And you don't stop
And you can't stop

[P. Diddy] Yeah, yeah - I like this

[B-I-Z] If you
[Diddy] If you
[B-I-Z] Wanna know
[Diddy] Wanna know
[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz
[Diddy] A-say what, a-say what?
[B-I-Z] Well I'm the Biz Markie
[Diddy] And I'm the P. Diddy
[B-I-Z] So you know what time it is
[Diddy] A-come on
[B-I-Z] If you
[Diddy] If you
[B-I-Z] Wanna know
[Diddy] Wanna know
[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz
[Diddy] A-say what?
[Diddy] And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy
[Diddy] And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT

[P. Diddy]
So come on Diabolical
Don't stop and don't you dare quit
Just get on the mic, sit on the mic
Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!

[Biz Markie]
When I get on the mic, I guarantee
There's no better MC than Biz Markie
Everything I say, or anything I do
Will move yo' posse or your crew
When you me hear me say, and what I play
Affects a lot of people in the strangest way
Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn
And I never miss a tag when it's my turn
Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance
Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'
I can - flip the crowd with a wave of my hand
I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this MAAAAAAN!"

[Chorus]
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone

[Biz Markie]
I'm the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's
The rhymerator, the beat creator
Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato
The dime repeater, the MC greeter
Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater
The only MC in history
Who didn't even have to R-A-P
The bum destroyer, I'm comin for ya
Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer
Make James Brown get down (yeah yeah)
Made Beretta go get her (yeah yeah)
Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (yeah yeah)
Go change they sweaters (yeah yeah)
I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4
Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door
Rocked seven continents with all this flow
"And this is somethin for the radi-ohhhh"

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Got ladies screamin STRANJE STRANJE
With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display
If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star
With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois
Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah
First car, I ever had was a Beamer
First girl, I ever had was a screamer
I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema
Put the party people in a state of shock
While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach
This is the end of this scenario
Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go - gotta go!"

[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ ad libs

[sung ad libs before a quick fadeout]

Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior
Song: Friends
Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown...

[Verse One]
I saw this girl from like around the way
I told her I was the B-I-Z Emezah-A
She said she know my reputation, know I got clout
And like to get to know me, without no doubt
So we started havin long telephone conversations
Tryin to feel each other out, showin a lot of patience
Was a hook-up from my man, word bond she was bad
If I met her whole family I would kiss her dad
So in my mind I was thinkin she really liked me
She got a good head on her shoulder and she's no dummy
Me and her, had compatible horoscopes
But she bugged me out so bad I was on the ropes
Now when I was with her, my shoulders shrugged
Because when I reached out for a kiss and hug
She mushed me in my face, and smiles with a grin
And said this question

[Chorus]
Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends?

[Verse Two]
I knew she was different, a very special gal
For the time being, hmm I shall
Respect her wishes, she wasn't a groupie
I understand, she said she just had met me
I liked her for that, a woman with morals
She called me every day, so I saw she was loyal
It bugged me out cause I don't usually wait
But on a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-eight
We was goin out on the reg', movies and dinner
Always stay at my house, way past ten o', clock
I thought she really really liked me
I did the right thing, like my name was Spike Lee
She had her own car so I walked her to the door
Like Busta Rhymes I said, "Gimme Some More"
So I put my lips out, to get a kiss
And she said just like this

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I knew somethin was wrong because my mack is correct
Talkin for six months and didn't hit it yet?
I thought I was slippin, or maybe in a slump
I felt like Eddie Murphy when he was Professor Klump
Naw it can't be, she's here every day
So I don't know why she'd wanna treat me this way
I gotta investigate like Magnum P.I.
I just don't understand, why oh why
So the next time I saw her she was unhappy
She had a frown on her face and real jumpy
I said, "Yo what's wrong?" I was real concerned
The way she looked her life had took a real turn
She said, "I went to court today," and I said, "What?"
"If I tell you this, you're gonna go nut"
I said, "Tell me I can take it I won't pretend"
"I gotta go to jail for life, so.."

[Chorus]

Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior
Song: Games
Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown...

[Chorus: computer voice]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh

[additional computer voice]
.. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games

[Verse One]
Hi there good lookin, pretty sweet thang
I really want to put you under my wing
But everytime I try you give me a hard time
Like I'm a murderer, or commitin a crime
I try to do everything right for you
You're always givin me excuses, makin me blue
When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana
You lookin tasty like strawberries and banana
I asked you your name you said Lee-Lee from San Fran
She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man"
I said, "Really?! As good as you look?
Lookin like somethin out a Playboy book?"
I thought I struck gold, ching ching, the jackpot
Just the thought of you it be makin me hot
When I step to you, you act funny style
You need to marinate on this for a while

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Now let me tell you like this baby doll
I never guessed you would act off the wall
Give me a chance for a little romance
We can dance and dine in Jamaica or France
Somethin in the way you make me feel
I like your personality, and your sex appeal
But it's all hard, not bein witchu
You're playin hard to get like catch 22
Some people got time to play them games
but I don't, so don't call me no names
Like all I want is sex, and take you no places
And, why you always up in girls face
You know, I'm the B-I-Z, this is my job
Fans nibble on me like corn on the cob
Let me tell you somethin, my word is bond
Like "Bonita Applebum," you gotta put me on

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
If I didn't feel you, I wouldn't send you roses
Jewelry, furs, and designer clotheses
You know you got me, that's why you do what you do
Stressin and depressin, me and my crew
You know it's got to be real like Sheralyn
Or you wouldn't be askin for an encore again
I know you like me!
So you might as well "Do the Right Thing" like Spike Lee
Because I love you more than human eyes can see
Cause you got what I need, "OH BABY!"
I don't know why you give me real rough times
Cause you're the one that rings my chimes
You bring me joy like Mary J.
I wanna do the same thing to you every day
So stop playin your games like Barry White
You know, you know, YOU KNOW! AIIIGHT?

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior
Song: Get Down
Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown...

[Verse One]
Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint
Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point
Doin what I do cause it gotta be done
About the Prince of Boogie and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
And the way that I spit, you like again and again
From here to the Hima', I'm like a Lil' Kim-ah
+Notorious+ and glorious, way above the rim-ah
I'm not a gangster rapper, and I don't get freaky
Never drunk or high or don't a-smoke ciggys
I'm just self-assertive, BORN crazy
When I came out my momma they said, "A whoopsy daisy!"
As you see, you know I, I keep it goin
So take it from me, HA, the king of disco'n

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get down, so get on down, get get on down
"I'm bound to wreck your body" - get, you gotta get on down
Get down, get on down, get get on down
"I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out"

[Verse Two]
I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot
Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot
Big belly and all, y'all be havin a ball
People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul
We can't party like it's 1999 no more
Cause it's 2 2 baby, and the future's in store
So let, olden way-s be forgotten
And felt just grab a girl cause she's soft as cotton
Get on the dance floor, back that ass up girl
And act like you don't have a care in the world
Rock around the clock, hickory dickory dock
Shout to B.I.G., 'Pac, L, Tah and Scott LaRock
I'm glad I made it to the Y2K
So what can I say? Salate!
You look at me funny and say, "Whadda you say?"
I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-R-K

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Get down, get on down, withzzzah
Inhuman Orchestra that you would prefer
Singin funky records for him or her
Only thing to say is I'm spectacular
Let me get busy so I can make you dance
Shake and bake and put you in a trance
Make you forget all your stress for five minutes or less
Like a vacation in Jamaica or France
Have you happy and jumpin for joy
Whether you man, woman girl or a boy
You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z
I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy
But, yo, no, it's got to be the Original
Milky like cereal, funky fresh material
The L.I.'er for yo' desire
But right about now, I gotta retire

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Your moms'll save this like your name is Sammy Davis
Cause I'm guaranteed to rock the microphone
And hit you like {?}
I don't gotta bald head
But I'm guaranteed to rock and spread love
Super educated from above
MC guaranteed to hold you just like a glove
I'm not Johnny Bench
But I hit yo' ass with a big-ass wrench
Biz!

[Biz Markie singing]
My name is Biz Markie, I rock for Queens, Astoria
My new album is called, "Weekend Warrior"
But every time that I always hit a note
Just like DJ Kool, "eh-ah," Let Me Clear My Throat


But let me tell you that my name is the
Original the B-I-Z Marrrrrrrr-Kie

(featuring Elephant Man)

[Elephant Man]
Biz Markie and Elephant Man, we sensei
Bump fair ladies like Sean Paul, okay, c'mon!

[Biz Markie]
Ladies and gentlemen, how do you do (a do)
It's been a long time but without further adieu (adieu)
The Diabolical came to get the job done
Cause I'm the, Woogie Boogie and the master of fun
If you're ready to rock, and ready to get down
The grand groovin here to prove a different sound
I gotta get funky for the Y2K
Each and every time I know what to say
East West Midwest and the Dirty South
Always love the way that I be rockin the house
All the ladies, in the new jeans
Like Steve Arrington, you make me weak at the knees
I'm glad to be right here with y'all
Let the players play, and ballers ball, so
Chant, if you like the song
C'mon baby doll just sing along

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Girl, let me see you bounce
Let me see you bounce
Let me see you bounce
Bounce

[Elephant Man]
Every ting be a bounce, make me see girls a bounce
Make me see boots a bounce, make me see party a bounce
Disc jockey be a bounce, raise the stage up and bounce
Hopin dat de club a bounce, if ya irie a bounce
All de funkers a bounce, bartenders a bounce
Soul people a bounce, all dese people a bounce
EVERY TING A BOUNCE, ju know!
Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, she no care
Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, anywhere
What kind of booty dat she have {?} in de air
Just a bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, she no care
Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, anywhere - ju know!
C'mon

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Yes, I'm here to confess
That I took the S off Superman's chest
He got mad cause I felt, Lois Lane's breasts
I asked her could I touch 'em and she said yes
So I guess, that I got the most finesse
Cause I wear {?} Fila, Ecko, Akademic and Guess
When I watch cartoons I watch Johnny Qwest
I wake up in the mornin and shower with Zest
I hope you understand the rhyme I express
And that you know, poppa don't take no mess
You're rockin with the best, so forget the rest
Cause you know that the Biz always pass his tests
Like if I was in high school sittin at a desk
Starin at a teacher, lookin up her dress
You gotta admit that the rhymes are fresh
Right about now I gotta take recess

So uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh
Uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh
Make it sexy, sexy baby
Make it sexy, sexy baby
Make it sexy, sexy baby
So shake it baby just shake it baby
So sexy, sexy baby
Make it sexy, sexy baby
Make it sexy, sezy baby
Just shake it, shake it
Shake it, don't break it
Don't fake it, don't break it
Just shake it, don't break it.. {*fades out*}

[Chorus: Lil' Kal + possibly others]
It's my country, you can say what you, wanna say about me
But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney
It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah
cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

[Verse One: Biz Markie]
It's the Emzah-A, R-Rzah-Kayah
Like the internet, I am here to stay-ah
Been a long time, I know it's been years
"Oops! I Did it Again" like Britney Spears
Like +The Matrix+, I - Keanu Reeves
Ring around the collar and doo doo on the sleeves
I'm explosive, like, dynamite
I should be on "Entertainment Tonight"
Or "Access Hollywood" or "Soul Train"
I'm so on fire, I fart propane
Don't use Rogaine, got a head full of hair
Cause the brother on the mic is so debonnaire
I'm so cool, the Fonz say "EYY!"
Cause I'm the best MC from around my way
Never listen to what haters say
I just stay focused like Kobe in L.A.

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Biz Markie]
I'ma do it, like I never have done it
Never got drunk and never got blunted
The {?} in my ear, they cost about a hundred
If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it
Super educated master rap techniquer
Ill funk freaker every day of the week-ah
Whether it's Kim, Agnes, Monique or Tamika
My unique physique make 'em all weaker and weaker
Cause I'm hung, like +Mighty Joe Young+
They all get sprung, from the joy that I brung
I drive a Hummer, I'm hot like Donna Summers
I'm one of the first human (rum-a-pum pummers)
No matter what they say, I always sound flyer
Than anyone you heard, or even de-sired
Yes it's me, I'm the Original B-I-Z
M-A-R-K-I with the E

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Biz Markie]
The beat don't stop 'til everybody's gone
I'm old school like a bag of Bonton
Like the Mary Jane Girls I go "All Night Long"
Hit you in the head like El Kabong
My style is masculine, far from feminine
I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and them
I don't know what you came to do
I came to rock the house for you
From sunny California to Kalamazoo!
Been rockin parties since ninety-two
I know you heard that +Reality Bites+
But I'm +Liver+ than the show called +Saturday Night+
I stay on, looks like, city lights
Chicks cling on me like ballerina tights
Like Minnie Mouse and Courageous Cat
You can't beat that with a baseball bat!

[Chorus]

Artist: Biz Markie f/ Erick Sermon
Album: Weekend Warrior
Song: Not a Freak
Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown...

[Biz Markie]
In what? In stereo
How long, until it's time to go? Baby doll
It's the Biz Mar-kie, and the Def Squad!
Oh see, we gotta do this again like this, check it out

[Verse One: Biz Markie]
You keep on knockin but you can't come in-ah
My way of rhymin, cause you're a beginner
You know with my flow, I bring the ill freak funker
I'm so unforgettable like Archie Bunker
I be catchin wreck like my name was Randy Moss
And always be flossin, my funky diamonds costin
My, my my repertoire
Is so bizarre you go hardy har har
My jingle bell-ah always Roc-A-Fella
Even if I go acapella it will still be a best seller
I got super sperm, eat wheat germ
Never had a cameo, never had a perm
I'm not Billy Dee, or R. Kelly
Or, Markie Dee or B.I.G.
I'm a, LITTLE somethin like Heavy D
Because "girls ah girls they love me"

[Chorus: Biz Markie]
I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
I'm not a frrrrrreak! But I can't help my-self

[verse Two: Erick Sermon]
Yeah... yo
I'm that eighty-eight, 'It's My Thing' rapper
You that one year scream BLING rapper
Dapper than Dapper Dan, my interior's Gucci
Overdosin, call me John Belushi
Never liked Lucy and I beat Little Ricky
Made him +Cry a River+ like his name was Britney
I rock gold chains, I never wore the platinum
Unless records was jewelry and it come from rappin
(WOW!!) Like the Diabolical Biz
I'm followin his, style - how are you kids?
This here is real, Mobb Deep underground
Take me to funkytown, and drive around
I hop out the Hummer, the same color as the truck
Fake cats lookin Biz like "Hey whassup?"
I'm a vet, and never wore a green suit
The only army is Def Squad, believe troop!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Biz Markie]
Ah let's do it, let's do it
Work your mind, put your body in-to it
I rock the microphone, most definitely
I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali
I got mo' toys than Mr. Spock
I put the party people in a state of shock
Listen listen listen to the Emmezah-A
Rrazah-K, always makin your day
Without further adieux for you and yours
Luckier than a gambler throwin 3's and 4's
Just like {?} pageantry
That I could turn the party out, make the ladies scream
With the with the whoa quick unpredictable
Like Daffy Duck, I'm diss-pic-a-ble!
This is the end, and I'm lettin you know
"I love it party people, but I got to go"

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
One-two, doin the do
This goes out to my man Truck, my man Jerome
Bilal and the whole Long Island crew
And it goes like this

Hey how ya doin it's me
The incredible unforgettable B
Izzah give me Rrah K-I, with the E
I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali
Hey! The way I get down you will say
"Damn that nigga Biz always makes my day"
My style is untangeable when you hear
Cause the brother on the mic is most debonnaire
On the, DJ tip I'm like savoir-faire
Cause you can probably find me anywhere
I'm the best from West, I'm the beast from the East
I'm the OLLLLLD SCHOOL, like a permanent crease
Like, Scooby Doo or a Chucky doll
You better grab a seat because you're gonna be here for a while
So for all you new schoolers, relax and chill
As the Diabolical tell you the deal

[Chorus 2X - scratched]
"They know I par-tay to the break of day"
"They know I par-tay to the break of day"
"They know I par-tay to the break of day"
"They know I par-tay to the break of day"

[Biz Markie]
"I got so much on my mind" like my name was Chuck D
That when it comes to DJ'n, I'm a Public Enemy
I rocked all colors, races and ages
When you see the crowd go crazy you will say I'm outrageous
I rocked Sinbad, Cancun, Essence and the Grammy's
Magic Johnson parties at Superbowl in Miami
First Friday, Philly, Dallas and St. Lou'
My {?}, Alex and Kenny Johnson know what I can do
Chicago with {?}, Detroit with D. Archer
New York with Gator, Lenny Smith and Lenny the Barber
I do all the hot joints like Eddie Murphy and will flip it
Still get down and dirty in Newark and Elizabeth
Keenan and {?} brothers, Pat in Orlando
Keyshaun Walker and Di-ane, {?} yo
I rock weddings from Toni Braxton, to Boyz II Men Shawn
And this is what they say, word is bond

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Let me tell you how I started in ninety-two
When I was DJ'n from Jersey to Howard U
I did homecomings from U-V-A to James Madison
And did The Tunnel, Reflect, or Kordell and Patterson
Now I graduated with DJ love
From rockin from Virginia and seein the Q Club
People looked at me and said "Why you DJ'n?"
"I loved +Oh Baby You..+ and you're a rock singer"
So the transition from rappin to DJ wasn't smooth
But I still pursued cause I had somethin to prove
July 4th and Labor Day in Virginia was hot
cause Biggie Smalls and Teddy Riley was in the spot
From {?} to Jones Street to Philly Greek Picnic
Florida and Bayou Classic and Atlanta Freaknik
All the girls, in G-strings and thongs
If you would, please just sing along

[Chorus]

[Verse One]
I'd like to tell a story and it goes like this
Before I was makin money hand over fist
The mid-80's is what I'm talkin about
You will agree without a reasonable doubt
As I tell this tale, sittin on a pail
This is one you'll like when it's done
Only certain people know about Union Square
The Rooftop, Latin Quarter, cause I was there
Red Alert downtown, Brucie Bee uptown
Grandmaster Vic had a different sound
You had block parties, with free gifts
Mr. Magic and Marley gave radio a lift
You don't understand, but we do
That's why I'm tryin to explain it to you
So sit back and listen, to what I say
As I tell the story of this beautiful day

[Chorus: sampled]
"We'll go dancing in the dark" - HEY!
"Walking through the park, and reminiscing"
BREAK IT ON DOWN!

[Verse Two]
Before Versace and DKNY
There was a lot of clothes that was fly
Like Polo, Benetton, Coca-Cola and Osh Kosh
Guess jeans and others that's acid washed
D.C. wore K-Swiss and Sergio Tacchini
Girls wore tennis skirts, that was mini
Spot Belch, Ewings, Le Coq Sportif,
New Balance, Fila, Nike and Elites


African clothes and medallions was worn
And when Rakim came out, knowledge was born
In the midst of it all, I almost forgot
There was a brother uptown makin his own spot
Makin Gucci, leather and suede tailor made
That had more flavor than mom's Kool-Aid
I'm gonna tell you, the name of this man
He goes by the name of the Dapper Dan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
See at this time, you might think I'm strange
Cause I wore a four-finger ring, and big gold chains
Like I was Mr. T from the A-Team
It was just a sign of me makin cream
But the cars and jeeps was incred-a
Like the Audi, 280 Z's, 98's and Jettas
Cherokees, Wranglers, Suzuki Sidekicks
L.A. and West coast cars was doin tricks
Now the dances was crazy to match
Like the Pee Wee, The Wop and the Cabbage Patch
The Prep, The Snake, and "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark"
The way the Gucci Girls gave shows a spark
Now listen, to what I got to say-ah
Reagan was Pres', and Koch was the Mayor
You can't beat that with a baseball bat
And you'd never see me without my Biz Mark hat

[Chorus] - 4X w/ ad libs

[Verse One: Biz Markie]
This is a story about without a doubt
When I'm done, you will all scream and shout
They always say time is on our side
If it is, why is it a rough ride?
If I could save time or return to the past
I would bring back the good times, hate to last
Like when I was the size of Jay-Z
Back when Ra was still with Eric B
Remember when friends was friends, and LL had a Benz?
And cell phones and beepers was the new trends?
When Koch was the mayor and Reagan was the Pres?
We listened to what other enemies said

[Chorus: Lil' Kal]
I wish there was somethin made, or somethin designed
Where I could turn back the hands of time
I wish there was somethin made, or somethin designed
Where I could turn back the hands of time

[Verse Two: Biz Markie]
I know y'all remember goin to Great Adventure
On Labor Day on the Beach in Virginia
The beginnin of the summer, at Jones Beach
When t-shirts, were ten dollars each
Didn't matter if you had a Lex, Beamer or a Benz
As long, as you had room for, all of the friends
Mr. Softee came through, or the Good Humor truck
When ice cream, was less than a buck
If it was up to me and I could turn back the clock
I'd bring Masterdon, Buffy, and Scott LaRock
So - please listen to my song and rhyme
If I can turn back the hands of time

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Verse Three: Biz Markie]
If I could turn time back in a rhyme
I'd bring back Bird, Magic, Jordan - in their prime
Remember the days OH, remember the days
When they had the high-top, fade craze
Want back Big Daddy Kane, Fresh Prince and Kid & Play
"Ohhh, what a beautiful day!"
When parties was parties, and clubs was clubs
You could tell the real MC's from all the scrubs
When havin your own style and originality
And your character and real personality
But I have to go, and off I sign
If I can turn back the hands of time

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Biz Markie]
I wish there was somethin made
Bring back Aaliyah! (Jam Master Jay)
I wish there was somethin made to bring back Biggie and Tupac
I wish there was somethin made to bring back Scott LaRock
I wish somethin bad, I wish there was somethin made
to bring back, Left Eye (Barry White)
I wish there was somethin to bring back my man Dahsil Masterdon
I wish there was somethin made to bring back my man Keith Cowboy
My man B.O., my man Step from Baltimore
I wish there was somethin to bring back
all the strange people that I knew that, was a part of my life
(For all of our loved ones that have passed away)

Ah..
Man, why did it have to happen to me?
Man, what did I do to get this?
What'd I do to deserve this?
Check it out

(Verse 1: Biz Markie)
I woke up in the morning with my hand on my head
Not knowin this would be one day that I'd dread
I prayed the night before, for a let-me-live
The way this day turned out wasn't my prerogative
I went to the kitchen to get some cereal smooth as silk
But when I looked in the ice box, there wasn't no milk
Well I don't need no breakfast, I'm too fat anyway
I just grab a cup of juice and be on my way
So I got my car keys, on route to my job
I walked out, my windows broken and my car got robbed
They took my radio and my favorite cassette
What a way to start the day, aww - what's next?
I get to the office, my boss starts to scream
It was really unbelievable, like a bad dream
He kept talkin all this blahse blahse
And looked at me and said, "What you have to say?"

(Chorus)
I'm havin a bad day
Things ain't goin my way
I'm havin a bad day
Today, today

(Verse 2: Biz Markie)
Here's somethin else that happened to me
In the middle of this day that's bein deep
To begin this era of grief and aggravation
I was parked by a meter and still got a citation
Took the ticket off my window, got in my car alright
A cop pulled behind me at a red light
"Your licence, registration and insurance card"
I was buggin out cause it was really hard
I didn't do nothin, asked, "Why'd you pull me over?
You never saw a young man drive a Range Rover?"
He let me go and said, "Don't do it again" - "Why,"
I said, "thank you officer, you been a nice guy"
So I stopped at the store to get somethin to drink
Guess what happened to me before I could blink
They had my truck in the air, just about to be towed
For $700 in tickets I owed

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Biz Markie)
After all that I could finally go home
And rest my feet and get on the telephone
I had a unbelievable time in the city
I shoulda be down with the ( ? ) committee
I tried to cook some dinner but it came out burnt
The fire was too hot, I just had learned
So freak it, I'll go to a restaurant
I brought a girl with me, asked, "What do you want?"
"Shrimp and lobster, two bottles of Alize"
I looked at her and said, "Hey hey hey!"
She ate all the food and drank all of the liquor
I better bring her home so I can stick her
So I got her to my house as fast as I can
This is like takin candy out of a baby's hand
But when I got her to my room, without no doubt
She was so intoxicated that she passed out

(Chorus)

(alternate version of Party to the Break-A-Day off the Weekend Warrior LP)

(Verse 1: Biz Markie)
Hey, how you're doin, it's me
The unforgettable incredible B
-i-z M-a-r-k-i with the e
I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali
The way I get down you'll say
"Damn, the B-i-z always makes my day"
My style is untangible when you hear
Cause the brother on the mic is most debonnaire
On the DJ tip I'm like savoir-faire
Cause you can probably find me anywhere
I'm the best from the west, I'm the beast from the east
I am old school like a permanent crease
Like Scooby-Doo or a Chuckie doll
You better grab a Snickers cause you gonna be here for a while
For all the new schoolers, relax and chill
As the Diabolical just tell ya the deal

(Chorus)
Come party
With the Biz Markie
And ain't no party
Without Biz Markie

(Verse 2: Biz Markie)
Now let me tell you how I started in '92
When I was deejayin in Jersey in Howard Hughes
I did homecomings from UVa to James Madison
I did the Tunnel with Flex and caught L in Patterson
Now I graduated with DJ Love
From ( ? ) Virginia, NC and the Q Club
People looked at me and said, "Why you deejayin?
I like Just a Friend and your rhyme-sayin"
So the transition from rapper to DJ wasn't smooth
But I still pursued cause I had somethin to prove
July 4th and Labor Day in Virginia was hot
Cause Biggie Smalls and Teddy Riley was in the spot
From the relays to all the Greek picnics
And all the football ( ? ) and Atlanta Freakniks
To all the girls in g strings and thongs
If you're with me, just sing along

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Biz Markie)
I got so much on my mind like my name was Chuck D
That when it comes to deejayin I'm a Public Enemy
I rock all colors, races and ages
When the crowds see me go crazy they think I'm outrageous
I rocked Sinbad, Essence and the Grammy's
All Magic Johnson joints, even in Miami
First Fridays from Philly to the Lou
( ? ) and Alex know what I can do
Chicago with Corey, Detroit with D. Archer
New York with Gator, Lenny Smith and Lenny the Barber
I rocked all the joints for Eddie Murphy and ( ? )
Still get down and dirty in Newark, Elizabeth
Rock ( ? ) Orlando
Even go across seas to London and Tokyo
I rocked weddings from Toni Braxton to Boyz II Men's Shawn
And this is what they say on and on

(Chorus)

(INTRO: Cool V)
Uh
As we take you Uptown
Downtown
We got a little somethin for the ladies
Biz, break it down

(Verse 1: Biz Markie)
Once again it's Mr. Diabolical
Who have you pullin your hair out by the follicle
My posse's so deep, it could fill a bus
But this is for the dimes lookin good to us
Like Carmen, Sandra, Lavern and Veronica
Camille and Gina, Danielle and Monica
Sherley, Vanessa, Betty and Wanda
To Julie, Rhonda, Gill and Yolanda
(Who else?)
Lauryn and China, Penny and Shelley
Leslie, Rachel, Tamika and Kelly
And to that girl I met when I was in Texas
Got a name like a god - Alexis
Joanne and Nancy, Yvette and Yvonne
Debra, Dinah, Daisy and Dawn
Arlene, Sabrina and there's more if I can
Oh yeah - Beth, Bunny, Annette and Dianne

(Chorus: Biz Markie (& Cool V))
Hello ladies
(What's up, what's up)
What is your name
What's your name and your number, girl
(Smooth it out, Biz)
Shoo-dooby-doo-ah
I like to get to know ya
Cause you're all dime pieces in the world
(Now break it down)

(Verse 1: Biz Markie)
To Gail, Dana, Anita and Jean
( ? ), Doreen, Daneen and Darlene
Sunshine, Cherry, Janette and Tracy
Shante, ( ? ), Charlene and Stacey
Alicia, Felicia, Lisa and Theresa
Tammy, Laura, Michelle and Aisha
Stephanie and Keisha, Bianca and Karen
Evelyn, Rosa, Judy and Sharon
Laquiesha and Thelma, Tasha and Rita
Wendy, Mariah, Irene and Frida
Tonya and Jackie, Loraine and Denise
Simone, Goldie, Renee and Charisse
To Lucy, you're so, you're sugar and maple
And Kim, I found your number, it was under the table
Roxanne, Samantha, DeeDee and Erica
Sarah and Terry, you're all dimes in America

(Chorus: Biz Markie (& Cool V))
(Say what)
Hello ladies
(Come on, a-come on)
What is your name
What's your name and your number, girl
(Just smooth it out, Biz)
Shoo-dooby-doo-ah
I like to get to know ya
(Why)
Cause you're all dime pieces in the world
(Come on, now break it down)

(Verse 1: Biz Markie)
Janine, Belinda, Francine and Melissa
Charlene, Carmen, Crystal, and Patricia
Sylvia, Monique, Barbara and Lanette
Bernadette and Paulette and who did I forget?
Oh yeah - Andrea, Jennifer, Toni and Alyson
Sheila, Cindy, April and Carolyn
Missy, Shauna, Toya and Virgina
Tiffany, Jessy, Carla, Tara and Tina
Brandy, Beverly, Joyce and Angie
Shade, Shanay, Ronette and Tangie
Margaret, Mary, Neneh and Queisha
Mimi, Valerie, Tia, Ivy and Asia
Lady, Chantelle, can't forget Gloria
( ? ), Peaches, Nina and Reesie
Terry, Nicky, Donna, Faith and Chris
And all the other girls that I might have missed

(Chorus: Biz Markie (& Cool V))
(Say what)
Hello ladies
(This is too much, too much)
What is your name
What's your name and your number, girl
(Sing that sh...)
Shoo-dooby-doo-ah
I like to get to know ya
(Say what, a-say what)
Cause you're all dime pieces in the world
(Now break it down)

(Biz Markie)
If you don't know what a dime is
It means that you're a 10, baby, you know what I'm sayin
On a scale from 1 to 10, you know what I'm sayin baby, yeah
This goes out to all the beautiful ladies out there
Whether you're skinny, fat
No hair, long hair, it don't matter
Peace

(Cool V)
Yeah
And that's from Cool V and the B-i-z
We're doin this strictly for the ladies this time
Word up
And to all the ladies
If we didn't you get you on this version
We got you on the remix
So just step to us, give us your name, your number
I ain't gon' say it, baby
Haha

We outta here baby
Turn me off B

Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior
Song: Friends
Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown...

[Verse One]
I saw this girl from like around the way
I told her I was the B-I-Z Emezah-A
She said she know my reputation, know I got clout
And like to get to know me, without no doubt
So we started havin long telephone conversations
Tryin to feel each other out, showin a lot of patience
Was a hook-up from my man, word bond she was bad
If I met her whole family I would kiss her dad
So in my mind I was thinkin she really liked me
She got a good head on her shoulder and she's no dummy
Me and her, had compatible horoscopes
But she bugged me out so bad I was on the ropes
Now when I was with her, my shoulders shrugged
Because when I reached out for a kiss and hug
She mushed me in my face, and smiles with a grin
And said this question

[Chorus]
Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends?

[Verse Two]
I knew she was different, a very special gal
For the time being, hmm I shall
Respect her wishes, she wasn't a groupie
I understand, she said she just had met me
I liked her for that, a woman with morals
She called me every day, so I saw she was loyal
It bugged me out cause I don't usually wait
But on a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-eight
We was goin out on the reg', movies and dinner
Always stay at my house, way past ten o', clock
I thought she really really liked me
I did the right thing, like my name was Spike Lee
She had her own car so I walked her to the door
Like Busta Rhymes I said, "Gimme Some More"
So I put my lips out, to get a kiss
And she said just like this

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I knew somethin was wrong because my mack is correct
Talkin for six months and didn't hit it yet?
I thought I was slippin, or maybe in a slump
I felt like Eddie Murphy when he was Professor Klump
Naw it can't be, she's here every day
So I don't know why she'd wanna treat me this way
I gotta investigate like Magnum P.I.
I just don't understand, why oh why
So the next time I saw her she was unhappy
She had a frown on her face and real jumpy
I said, "Yo what's wrong?" I was real concerned
The way she looked her life had took a real turn
She said, "I went to court today," and I said, "What?"
"If I tell you this, you're gonna go nut"
I said, "Tell me I can take it I won't pretend"
"I gotta go to jail for life, so.."

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Biz Markie]
This goes out to all the beautiful ladies
18 to 80, blind, crippled or crazy
No matter what nationality or persuasian
Black beauty or Asian or Causasian
No discrimination, I love all the nations
Whether you're Jamaican, Hawaiian or Haitian
( ? ) what a man don't got
And just for that I wanna thank you a lot
Word is bond, y'all look so good
Every time I see ya in my neighborhood
My crew bugs out when they're in the party
Instead of baby got back baby got body
Cause you're all shapes and sizes, look good in jeans
Wanna do me somethin juicy, I know what they mean
I'm not tryin to be nasty, I'm just keepin it real
This goes out to my people who know how I feel

[Chorus: Lil' Kal] + (Biz Markie)
(All you ladies in the nice tight jeans)
You look good to me
(All you ladies in the nice tight skirts)
You look good to me
(All you ladies in the nice tight shorts)
You look good to me
(All you ladies in the nice tight ( ? ))
You look good to me

[Verse 2: Biz Markie]
Now that you kknow what I'm talkin about
I know you will agree without a reasonable doubt
Nothing's like a nice derriere
Looks so good, it's just not fair
Now let me tell you a story about a girl named Judy
Was a 5 in the face, but had a real nice booty
It was so soft and mesmerizin
I met her in Jersey by ( ? )
Oh my goodness, I almost lost my mind
When I saw this hee-haw that was so divine
Now I would usually just kept goin
But it hypnotized me the way she was throwin
I said, "You want a burger and fries with that shake?"
She said, "No, I want shrimp, lobbster and a steak"
Bein Rockefeller is not my duty
The only reason I changed my mind is because..

[Chorus: Lil' Kal]
You look good to me

[Verse 3: Biz Markie]
Tell you what happened to me while I was mindin my biz
I came across a girl by the name of Liz
Puerto Rican or Spanish, almost went frantic
For bein a 10 she was a body mechanic
I was bee-beein on what I was seein
It's like Pocahontas jumped out the TV, an
Hourglass shape that made me go ape
Ask Lil' Mo, she was a 'superwoman' with a cape
She couldn't speak no English, I had Fat Joe with me
So he could tell me what she was sayin about me
She said, "I like papi with big belly"
I said, "Why'd you tell her in Spanish that I want her tele
-phone," now you know it's on
Like hot butter on say what, the popcorn
I had to have that cause she's a cutie
And you know the other reason why is because..

[Chorus: Lil' Kal]
You look good to me
When I walk through the club what do I see
A real fly cutie
You look good to me
You look good to me
That ass is fat
Oh Lord, yeah
You yeah, oh, look good
Oh yeah
Everytime I walk by
I wanna look in your eye
And you look so fly
Oh yeah
When I walk through the club what do I see
A real fly cutie lookin at me
I wanna

(VERSE 1)
On the mic at this time in the place to be
I'm the Inhuman Orchestra called Biz Markie
That made you dance, make the music with my mouth, and all
But I'm here to talk about the Albee Square Mall
A place where people shop in downtown Brooklyn
Where I can be found if you're lookin
For me, the B-i-z, so just come check me out
Cause 24/7 I'm mikin the house
So when I come in the Mall, and then I start to roam
You wouldn't think it's a store, you would think it's my home
Cause when I come in the place, then I hang up a sign
Reads 'home sweet home' - this house is mine

(T.J. Swan)
Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall

(VERSE 2)
I been to many malls from state to state
But I've never been in, say, one this great, I hate
To say, about the other shopping centers that's left
But the Albee Square Mall is the doo-doo-def
I be in there everyday, walkin around chillin
>From when they opened all the way until when
It's about time for the place to close
I'm just running things like a pair of panty hose
They all know me, the Biz Markie
I get more respect than the average employee
Could work in every store in the mall
Because the place is my house from wall to wall
If I could move in, party people, I just might
So I could stay forever, and it won't be just like
A bum that you see sleepin on a park bench
So how will it be when you see Biz Markie
I fade them all, been havin fun
See, to me this mall is like number one
And any other shoppers that try to compare
There ain't no way they could hang out with Albee Square

(T.J. Swan)
Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall
My house is the Albee Square Mall

(VERSE 3)
I step in the place and shop around for a while
Buy some jewelry for Treny and Ali, and after that I'll
Go take a stroll inside of Gibb's Pups
Then buy some fresh silks, Bally's too
Next stop Olympic, wanted to buy some sneakers
Then hit the ??? room to pick me up a Cesar
Stroll around with a fly female
While security's riffin about leanin on the rail
After that I go eat some food at Wendy's
In the Albee cafateria, could be shoppin plenty
>From store to store just stuff in my face
And I do the pfrr-one-two while sayin my grace
Finally I step off all alone
Up to the top level to use the telephone
Never use a quarter, cause I got a calling card
So I can reach out and touch everybody I know
That's where I be until the day is done
Just coolin in the place that's number one
So next time you'll be in Brooklyn walkin around
Play like _Price Is Right_ and 'come on down'
And

(T.J. Swan)
Go shoppin
Go shoppin
Go shop - let's all go shoppin (x3)

Go shoppin
Go shoppin
Go shoppin - Swan and Biz go shoppin

La-la-lala
La-la-la-la-lala (till end)

(Biz gives shout-outs)

[Verse One]

I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin and rap

And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map

And lettin you know, that it'll put you in a trance
It's somethin funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance

I think the way I do it is so unique

By the way I move my hands hips legs and feet
But if you think that you can master it you got a fat chance
Cause it's very difficult to do, what is it called?

[Chorus]

The Biz Mark, Biz Mark.. the Biz Mark, Biz Mark
The Biz Mark, Biz Mark.. the Biz Mark, Biz Mark, Biz Mark

[Verse Two]

The Biz Mark Dance, is second to none

I'll explain at the moment how it should be done
Kick your legs 'til your pants almost rip

Shake from side to side, witcha arms and hips

While you're doin it, if you mess up your hair
Then you know party people that you're halfway there

They've heard of Biz Markie all the way in France

And the kids in AntARCTICA is doin my dance!

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Interlude]

Now everybody out there that wanna learn the Biz Dance

Come up to the front, all the ladies to one side

And all the homeboys to one side

And I'ma show you how you should do it

You should throw one leg to one side

And then throw the other leg up to the other side

Then throw your leg up above your head

And then, this the way you do it



One.. two..

One, two, three, here!

"Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!"
"Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!"

"Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!"

"Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!"

[Verse Three]

I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin and rap

And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map

And lettin you know, that it'll put you in a trance

It's somethin funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance

I think the way I do it is so unique

By the way I move my hands hips legs and feet

But if you think that you can master it you got a fat chance

Cause it's very difficult to do, what is it called?

[Chorus] - 3X w/ ad libs

[Outro]
Now I know Fort Greene can do the Biz Dance

And Queensbridge can do the Biz Dance

And Atlantic turtles can do the Biz Dance

White {? Lawanda can do the Biz Dance

40 and Baisley can do the Biz Dance

And Astoria Projects can do the Biz Dance
Everybody on Farmers Boulevard can do the Biz Dance

And I know Bayshore, C.I., Amityville, Wyandanch

Brentwood, Corey, everywhere in Long Island can do the Biz Dance
Hempstead, Shreveport, everywhere can do the Biz Dance

Manhattan, Lincoln Projects in Colonial can do the Biz Dance
Even the Bronx Co-Op City Bronx River can do the Biz Dance
But, they can't do it like me, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Aaaaaahh yeeea
The diabolical is back again
But now I want the Killerforce Connection
And we gonna do it in harmony like this

We're the Killerforce MC's
The best in New York city
So let us put it to perfection
While we change it to the Biz Mark connection
Other crews in this section always try to ban the connection
They got together and they combined
Tried to hurt us from time to time
But it didn't work.. as you see
The Biz Mark is in the place to be
So come on party people, get into the groove because-
Biz Markie is gonna bust the mood

Biz Markie.. hey that's me
You know that I body rock to the T-O-P
And I'm the born sureshot you can't resist
I'm gonna take your girl with my sweet kiss
And he's TJ Swan that's his name
And if you're rockin to the beat, I'm to blame
I got the power to get you up off the wall
And get you on the floor, so you can have a ball
The cut master Cool V
He is the man that's at the top of the key
Of course he is fast you know that he is slick
So many fly girls jumpin on his dick

So let's rooooooooock, until we reach the tooooooop
And we'll never stooooooop, the rhythm must must to roooooock

(shout outs until the end)

Yo.. this is kinda slow
But I know the Jeeps gon' be pumpin it
But this is, this is one subject, that nobody don't know about

(Verse One)
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house
When you hear my golden voice, you know it's me
The poetical, energetical rap MC
Well that's not the subject matter of to be cool
I'm just tellin you girls and fly kids, stay in school
I always reminisce when I was in class well
But you feel like a simpletone when you get expelled
Or, even if you have a couple of days in detention
It's just as good as one bad suspension
So when you're grown up, you'll say the same thing
to your kids, be in class before the bell ring
But you know, kids is kids
To them high school is like a three year bid
I'm not gonna tell a lie, I used to cut class
Until the principal straight got in my ass
He said, "Biz the only way you're gonna get a BM
is to get your education instead of hangin with him"
So I got my head together, and chilled the hell out
And now all the break-breakers says is check him out

(Chorus)
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house! (echoes)

(Verse Two)
Now this is the second part of this lesson
I'm sayin it this way cause it's my profession
You don't have to go to high school to be an MC
But you got to know the value and means, of money
Cause a lot of parents, they are taxpayers
So it's real stupid, when you disobey a
principal, vice principal or even a teacher
Cause when you do that, you know you'll never reach a
higher level, or even your goal
Because, you don't wanna listen to what you're told
So please take heed, to what I say
I hope I'm not sayin it for my health today
Cause if I am please tell me, so I can stop
It's not like I'm your mother sister brother or pop
So come on and listen to me without no doubt
So you can be educated and have, clout

(Chorus)

(Verse Three)
I'm just tellin young people to stay away from drugs
Cause if you mess with that it'll make you bug
Whatever you wanna, like call it, I'm tellin you
Don't become a drug addict or alcoholic
Because it will mess with your mind and brain
And only thing you wanna do is fiend and complain
Cause I'm tellin you just like this off the top of my head
Don't mess with it, cause you will be misled
by other people, devils and demons
I'm Biz Markie, I'm not Alfred Simmons
I'm just tellin you to do this, without no doubt
Cause I'm the Biz and I got the clout

(Chorus)

(ad libs and shout outs)

One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K
And this goes out to my DJ
The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than
C-double-oh-L V
Drumroll V

[Verse One]
It's a different kind of sound that's in the air
It's not shots, firecrackers, or a car that's there
A little different noise for your listenin pleasure
A sample from a record that's a four bar measure
Adults think this music is just a big headache
They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake
They must be buggin, right out of they socks
Why don't they get up and try to do, the human beatbox
Cause back in the days when there was just block parties
A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these
live performances, and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language


From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last a year
All of a sudden, ten years later - "I hear music"

[Chorus: Cool V scratches "I hear music" over and over]

Cool V, give me a drum roll

[Verse Two]
I can't believe how hip-hop has progressed
With more and more groups that have finesse
We have groups on the East and West coast with different names
We all play a part if we didn't we'd go in flames
We all got to stick together as one
But at the same time, still have fun
Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music
When you have it keep it, and make use of it
This is a lesson from the S-K Biz
Cause nobody else is gonna tell yo

Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait
Let me tell ya a story of my situation
I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation
The way that I met her was on tour at a concert
She had long hair and a short miniskirt
I just got onstage drippin', pourin' with sweat
I was walkin' through the crowd and guess who I met
I whispered in her ear, 'Come to the picture booth
So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof'
I asked her her name, she said 'blah-blah-blah'
She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra
I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused
I said, 'How do you like the show?'
she said, 'I was very amused'
I started throwin' bass, she started throwin' back mid-range
But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange
Then when I asked, 'Do ya have a man?' she tried to pretend
She said, 'No I don't, I only have a friend'
Come on, I'm not even goin' for it
This is what I'm goin' sing

You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend

So I took blah-blah's word for it at this time
I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime
'Cause I have friends and that's a fact
Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq
Forget about that, let's go into the story
About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me
So we started talkin', getttin' familiar
Spendin' a lot of time so we can build up
A relationship or some understanding
How it's gonna be in the future we was plannin'
Everything sounded so dandy and sweet
I had no idea I was in for a treat
After this was established, everything was cool
The tour was over and she went back to school
I called every day to see how she was doin'
Everytime that I called her it seemed somethin' was brewin'
I called her room, a guy picked up, and then I called again
I said, 'Yo, who was that?' 'Oh, he's just a friend'
Don't gimme that, don't ever gimme that
Jus' bust this

You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend

So I came to her college on a surprise visit
To see my girl that was so exquisite
It was a school day, I knew she was there
The first semester of the school year
I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm
This guy made me fill out a visitor's form
He told me where it was and I was on my way
To see my baby doll, I was happy to say
I arrived in front of the dormitory
'Yo, could you tell me where is door three?'
They showed me where it was for the moment
I didn't know I was in for such an event
So I came to her room and opened the door
Oh, snap! Guess what I saw?
A fella tongue-kissin' my girl in the mouth,
I was so in shock my heart went down south
So please listen to the message that I send
Don't ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend
ayyy boi

(Biz Markie)
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
I'd like to.. introduce myself..
My name is.. ah Biz Markie..

(Verse One)
Well I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie
Makin music orderly is my specialty
When I go {*BOOM*} ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rappin records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing they call the human beatbox craze

(Chorus)
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
(Biz Markie beatboxes)
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
(Biz Markie beatboxes)
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
(Biz Markie beatboxes)

(Verse Two)
Well I don't just do the beatbox, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumpin, get the girl's hearts pumpin
All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Sayin rhymes and makin music, with my mouth
I'ma tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm livin in Long Is-land
Hey when I was a kid I used to play in the streets
Makin sounds with my mouth, all sorts of beats
Grown people, used to say - WHAT?
Grown people, used to say - WHAT'S..
.. wrong with that kid makin that strange noise
It was like, for all the fly girls and all the homeboys
Then I tried it at a homeboy's basement par-ty
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"

(Chorus)

(song continues as just a beat for a while)

(Verse Three)
It may look and sound easy doin the human beatbox
But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks
It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat
Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note
I like doin it as a hobby or a job
People treat me like a star and surround me in the mall
It's not all the props, spittin, breathin hard and doin
You need practice, be ambitious in the schoolin
Let me tell you party people, you gotta admit
Anything than you want you gotta work hard for it
That's why I like doin sounds, that's hard to achieve
Makin two or three sounds at one time you can't believe
When I walk down the street, people crowd around me
And say, "HOW YOU MAKE ALL THEM SOUNDS at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control
I've been doin it since, fifteen years old
And everywhere I do it, the people say I'm good
I even get big respect in my own neighborhood
I'm tellin you a fact, and just like it is
Even moms pops and cops say, "Whattup Biz?"
Everywhere I go, I always rocked the boat
Gonna end this rhyme, with this one note
Not gonna act conceited and say I'm the best
But I'm guaranteed to pass any kind of test
I say def rhymes, with funky fresh lyrics
When I do the beat the party people go into HYSTERICS!

(Chorus)

(Verse Four)
You heard the proceedin, now here's the sequel
All human beatboxes is not created equal
That's why I'm here, to say today
That I'm doin my beat in a special way
Makin musical tunes, orally, I have perspective
I'm very well known, and greatly respected
I like to thank people, without no doubt
Peace hi party people it's time to break ou..

(Outro - singing while Biz beatboxes)
Make the music.. make the music..
MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth!
Make the music.. make the music..
MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth!
Make the music.. make the music..
MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth!
Make the music.. make the music..
MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth!

MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth!

(Biz continues beatboxing and scatting to the end)

(Fat Albert) "Hey Mudfoot, you know what we're here for, lay some treats on us!"

(Intro)
Yo, dis is one of the, dis dis
Yo dis is that, that's that joint
Yo that's the.. that's that joint
Yo this is another one from the, y'know
You know who it's from! WHAT?!
Oh, now you don't know who it's from now right?
Okay, now I'ma just tell you
You know this is from the diabolical energetical
poetrical numerical new lyrical man, B-I-Z
Emmezah-emmezah-A-R-K-I-E
Best on the scene, man appointed rap king in effect
If you EVER try to disrespect the Biz Markie
Disability checks you collect, BUT ANYWAY!
I'm just bringin you you somethin
A new, a new a little somethin
Because you remember me from y'know, "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark"
And from the {*beatboxing*} and all that mess
And you know all the other stuff from like, "Make the Music.."
But yo, but I'd like to dedicate this to, my best friend TJ Swan
My cuz-n, my cousin Cutmaster Cool V
My man, my man, and my man, DJ Marley Marl
Cause we in the studio doin this, this is for my NEW DANCE
So check it out, everybody ready
I think he's ready to get, I-ah-I
I-I just think he's read', I think I'm ready to get hype

(Biz Markie)
I'm the Diabolical, Biz Markie
From "Pickin' Boogers," the "Vapors" - "Make the Music" you see
But now I'm bringin to you for your enjoyment
It's an animated dance for my employment
You might remember him from Saturday afternoon
He was my favorite character on any cartoon
But when you do the dance, you can't stay kaput
EVERYBODY GET UP.. and do the Mudd Foot
C'MON! Get up and do the Mudd Foot
C'mon, yo yo, yo c'mon and do the MUDD Foot
"Hey hey," yo hey, yo, do the MUDD Foot

(Interlude)
Now bust this out
I'm not even gonna get into no rhymin
I just want everybody to listen to the funky beat
While my DJ Cutmaster Cool V, cut up what the name of this dance is

(Cool V scratches "Mudfoot")

(Outro)
You know, I can't really do all that stuff
You know I'm not into that cuttin, but
I want everybody to the dance, let me show you
You see, you gotta act like you crippled
Like you just got one leg, and you know you just gotta just
You gotta just, ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-just gotta relax
and just, let the music take over your body and just chill
Cause this is the Diabolical B-I-Z, Emmezah-A-Rrrah
You know me from, "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark"
I already said that already, but it don't even MATTER
Bring the bassline back in, now bust this out
I'm just talkin about, this is gon' be the new thing to take over
The next century, cause it's gettin ready to be the 90's
And I want this to be one of the hottest dances comin out
It's called the "Mudd Foot"
You know, you you can't do "The Butt" off this music
You can't do "The Wop," can't do nuttin else off it
Can't do the "Michael Jackson"
Only thing you can do off this music is the "Mudd Foot"
Can't be doin that "Arsenio Hall"
I don't know I don't know how he do that, m-heh-heh
Or that I.O.U.'n, Scoob and Scrap'n
And anybody else dancin
Only thing you can do off this, is, the "Mudd Foot"
So c'mon, do the MUDD Foot
Yo, I, see, you know I been here
I been in this studio for about a month
I'm tryin to teach Swan how to do the "Mudd Foot"
I don't know what the heck he doin, he-heh-heh
Marley can't even do it, yo
I'm tryin to teach, Cool V how to the "Mudd Foot"
He doin the "Butt Foot" I don't know what the heck he doin
But, the way you gotta do the "Mudd Foot"
You gotta just kick it, it gotta be like flowin y'know?
It gotta be flowin!
I know everybody from Uptown, by the Apollo, Uptown
Way Uptown, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island
Long Island! Everybody from out of state like Kansas City
California, everywhere, I can't forget New Jersey, Newark y'know
(fades out)

(Verse One)
This is a different type of dedication
To a guy that was a different kind of inspiration
Only people that knew him, know what I'm talkin about
And at the end of the story, you will say without a doubt
This wasn't your typical case, of fast livin
Anything he was makin, he was givin
To his moms, pops, his brother and his girl
Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world
Around Suffolk he wasn't known
But in Eastern Long Island, he did have a home
Called L.I., is where he stayed
Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid
He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies
I'm makin this record, cause he's a friend of me
Cause he's a hard workin kid, I've just stated
That's why this record, is dedicated
To my man Rich

Yo yo, this is for you my man
God bless you

(Verse Two)
Let me tell you what happened in the early 80's
When we wasn't thinkin about gettin all the ladies
Me and Rich was thinkin about survival of the fittest
You can ask Keith or Kevin, cause both of them were with us
We'd try to get a job everyplace that it takes
We was even at the factory they call {?}
Everywhere we went they said they'd call us back
Or even said they're not hirin to throw us off track
But Richie Rich said, forget that stuff
Even though, times was rough
We kept searchin searchin lookin and lookin
It seems everywhere we went, the jobs was tooken
Still Rich didn't give up the faith
He found a job that wasn't safe
Even though it was dangerous, it wouldn't switch
That's why this is dedicated to my man Rich

Yo this is to you my man Rich
Cause you know you go way back, you go way back
Word up, God bless you

(Verse Three)
The way the story end, is just a tragedy
I wish upon a star that it didn't have to be
endin this way for my man Richard
Cause still in my mind, he's still as pictured
Like, he just had gone yesterday
For sellin, C-R-A-C-K
His dream was.. to be a boxer
So, he could knock the socks off of
an Ivan Barkley, or even Mike Tyson
But on the streets, he was sacrificin
for his family, and his wife
Cause he struggled, he struggled all his life
He wasn't a straight up, criminal or villain
Or even tryin to get, stupid or illin
Was messed up for takin somebody's life and shit
that tried so hard, and just wouldn't quit
This is a slow record, with a switch
Because it's dedicated, to my man Rich

To you my man
This is to you, Rich
Peace

"Special Marley Marl Remixes" may differ from the original version

Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and
You could either dance or just have a seat and
Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin
A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin
To all the party people, ? the info
When it come to rockin parties I-am-a-nympho-maniac
brainiac for doin my dance
And my record Make the Music, will put you in a trance-and
hypnotize your body-and, like you do Bacardi-and
you won't be fightin or illin, you just be partyin
down, with the funky sound with yours truly
I'm the original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-be-the-E and
I came to have fun and, not be number one-and
just hear to let you know, who's like runnin the place
and everywhere that I perform and do a show
*beatboxing sound* as long as you know, that *beatbox drumbeat*

Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 4X)

You know me as the B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-E-and
I go for what I know doin a show for human beings
I'm guaranteed to rock I make the ladies scream and shout
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
The Mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin
And when you hear the BizMarkie, I get the job done
Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me
I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique
They say I look and sound funny but I don't be carin
I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and
Roseland, the Hassan?, Madison Square Garden
Even rock for the ?work fare at Jaffer Center?
Pardon the way, that I be talkin bout the places I be rockin
I love to perform, for the people that be clockin
Not sayin that you're on mine, you're on it like a hornet
But you pay for the performance, doggone it, you want it
That's why I'm here, to be like lettin you knowin
That I'ma highly recognized as the king of disco-and
makin people as they have a lot of enjoyment
I'm the best person for this type of employment, that's why...

Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)

On and on, to the break of dawn
When you buy food cheap, you need a coupon
or catch a sale retail, before it gets stale
So hurry up and get the WIC? check out the mail
and shop non-stop, but how I hip-hop
on the mic and like
Make you co-op-er-ate with the rhythm, that is what I give em
Reagan is the Pres but I voted for Shirley Chilsholm
It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using
But in the end I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing
and funny, oh honey, it's just ridiculous
Don't try to front, come on and admit you was
thrilled, chilled, your heart was all filled
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
Science and my reliance is upon my rap
Like Carl Lewis I get to it, so let's go the lap...

Nobody beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)

[TJ Swan]
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
My name is TJ Swan, nobody beats the Biz
I rock you on and on, nobody beats the Biz
You know nobody that beats the Biz
I know nobody that beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)

*BizMarkie does some beatboxing*
*TJ Swan verse resung in this version several times*
*BizMarkie beatboxes again to the end but gets cut short*

Yo this one aight though
Yo, me and Cool V
Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single
And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight though
Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue
One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in

(Verse One)
Don't you like when the winter's gone
And all of a sudden it starts gettin warm
The trees and the grass start lookin fresh
And the sun and sky be lookin their best
Birds be singin, flowers be bloomin
A lot of brand new cars be zoomin
Fly girls lookin the best they can be
And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see
Besides all that I like the warm weather
Cause that's when you can get yourself together
But I like Easter time with a grin
Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney I-sland
We used to eat a lot of stuff like cotton candy
Cause back then, it was like fine and dandy
You used to get dressed up in double knits
And your plaid suit jackets, they were the shits


The good ol' days, was back then
And the reason I reminisce, cause..

(Chorus: Biz sings - voice slowed down)
It's spring again
Everybody know it's spring again
To the girls and boys and people above
This is the time to fall in love

(Verse Two)
Now girls - have you ever broke up with your boyfriend
And you felt that the world was comin to an end
Sittin around the house poutin for no reason
Just because you thought your man was skeezin
For a couple of days, look gloomy and gray
Thinkin about the ol' happy days
All of a sudden, the telephone ring
He beg for your forgiveness and you know what that brings
Joy and happiness into your life
Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife
I'm tellin you girls keep the man that you got
'Cause if he cheats you might need a V.D. shot
You know two wrongs don't make a right
And if he did something wrong don't do the same it's not polite
Please don't make this breakin' up a trend, because...

(Verse Three)
Now fellas - have you ever met a girl that tried to front
And wanted you to act like you was on the hunt
I used to see my homeboys frown and fret
For a girl that always tryin' to play hard to get
I know I caught it myself I must admit
And said anything you want you gotta work hard for it
Me the diabolical be obsessed?
And go after something that a girl possess?
They're really owning yours like a pair of drawers
They want you to be like Santa Claus
They want drug dealers, and four-wheelers trucks, jewelery
They expect me to steal, huh?
Shee-aht, I know they must be buggin'
They better hit the streets and do their own muggin'
But in this case, you'll just over look her
Send her on her way and say I can't help ya hooker

(VERSE 1)
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

(VERSE 2)
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

(VERSE 3)
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!"

And yes y'all, yes y'all
This is, a different type of dedication
To my man Marcus from Kansas City
But I'm just tellin ya straight on up
Don't be messin with no drugs
Whether you're young, whether you're old
Whether you're bad, whether you're bold
Don't mess with it cause it's not for the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin
with three subjects like this..

(Biz Markie)
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin crack, just like it was Avon
And you know y'know the reason I say "was"
Because that's no longer what my man John does
There was a time when he was wearin much gold
Drivin a Benz, Jaguar and a Rolls
The lifestyle he lived was far from penny ante
Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho, word to granny's panties
Cause he would make dough-roll, and swing it like a yo-yo
Bein broke, was just a no-no
But then the day came when John got caught
And he was dropped like pantyhose without support
You shoulda thought about, what you did in the past
To realize, this fast livin wouldn't last
But, the same guy that was a big hoodlum
Is now in jail, waitin for someone to duke him

(Chorus x4: kids singing)
Things get a little easier
Once you learn to understand it

(Biz Markie)
Subject two, and this one is a doozy
A messed up story about a girl named Suzy
Now when you're on WIC, the problems may seem enough
But you know she had to get Scotty to beam her up
On a crack mission, no type of ambition
Make blunts disappear better than a magician
Her eyes got dim, her body got slim
She said there's nothin in the world like a good ol' stem
On and like on and, and it was strong
Grabbed her pipe and sung a song
"I want to get HIGH.. so high!"
"I want to get HIGH.. so high!"
She'd go out buy a nice rock just to suit her
Then hit the weed spot to be blessed by buddha
Bum offa Lucy to complete her stimulation
Put it all together for a perfect combination
I mean this girl would actually buy a rock with
the very last dime she got in her pocket
And when she saw her friends, comin from the spot
Like Prudential, she got a piece of their rock
That's why

(Chorus)

(Biz Markie)
Subject three, finally, the
E-N-D about a girl by the name of Marie
She used to be hot, most beautiful to the utmost
I mean this girl was blessed with an overdose
of curves, swerves, word to the mother my brother
And boy did the B-I-Z love her
But then.. {*singing*} those.. were.. the.. DAYS
My friend.. we thought they'd never end
And she looked alright, to the S-K Biz Markie
But then she got on drugs
Started wearin extensions and rugs
And let me tell you what say happened to Marie
{*rapping*} because nowadays Marie don't look so hot
Everytime that I see her, she's headed for the spot
Her hair is all knotty, got Scotty got her body
And her underarms kickin like the ho know karate
Her clothes are real dirty, and usually the same
As for money she don't have a dime to claim
Because when I saw the girl the other day
She was puttin a pack of Now-or-Laters on layaway

(Chorus: fades out)

(Verse One)
This is another hit from Biz Markie
Dedicated to the radio, not he or she
Be-cause it's time for them to get recognized
This is my version of the Nobel Peace Prize
That's why I'm comin out my face like this
Far as negativity, you never get dissed
If it wasn't for you, nobody would know
That's why this is something for the radiohhhh

(Verse Two)
This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's
That play all the hits on seven days
And even on the weekends, the DJ's will be freakin
Without a doubt because everyone is unique-and
The way they cut the records, and be talkin
It sound doo doo EXTRA CRAZY DEF on the Walkman
To all the disc jockey's that's on the go
This is something for the radiohhhh

(Biz ad libbing a harmony of "for the radio" randomly)

Now I'ma kick it like this

(Verse Three)
I'd like to thank all the people state to state
For requestin my records on the radio great-ly
appreciate what you've done for me
And my reward to you is my M-U-S-I-C
Straight up, I make the music just for you
So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too
Or even do the dance made up by yourself
As long as you're in good phy-sical health
Because you're the one that make the radio hype
Like fresh tobacco and a brand new pipe
A program director always pick the right hits
Like puttin some salt and pepper and butter on grits
I ALWAYS look up to program directors
Cause they're the ones, the jam selectors
A couple of years ago when I didn't have a record player
On the radio I thought to myself sayin
If I ever get the chance to playin my stuff
I'm gonna make everything extra tough
Cause radio will last to infinity
As long as my name is the B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-R-K and I'm hear to say
Number one entertainment form in the like U.S.A.
Cause if it wasn't for you, nobody would know
That's why this is something for the radiohhhh

(Biz ad libbing a harmony of "for the radio" and singing shoutouts)

(Verse Four)
This is the conclusion of just the beginnin
of hip-hop on the radio, mix never endin
Story and fightin, just to get the right and
have our respect on a station that's excitin
In about two years, I will be a superstar
Be able to buy anything I want, even a car
Cause if it wasn't for you, nobody would know
That's why this is something for the radiohhhh

Yo I'd just like to say it like this

(Cool V scratches to fade)

Radio, TV and even the press know the meanin' of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wants to be there when you're down and out
Once you're established and got a lot of money
Everybody wanna be your buddy and honey
Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers

Can you feel it
Nuthin' can save ya
For this is the seaon of catchin' the vapors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
Made the music "Nobody Beats the Biz"
Well, check it
Back in the days before this began
He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair
When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed
Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"
Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer
My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots
Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits
Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak
And be comin' to all the shows
Every single weekend
To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to get skeezed

She caught the vapors (4X)

I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
A mellow type of fellow that's laid back
Back in the days, he was nothin' like that
I remember when he used to fight every day
What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey
He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied
And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side
Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad
And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had
They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either injail or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin'
Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now

They caught the vapors (4X)

Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee
Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V
He cuts scratch, transform with finesse
...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess
Well I remember when he first started to rock
And tried to get his job in a record shop
He was in it to win it but the boss fronted
Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted"
Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on
'Til the like break of dawn
To put this j-o-b in effect
But they'd look right past him and be like "next"
Now for the year of '88
Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight
He walks into the same record shop as before
And the boss'll be like, "Von, welcome to my store"
Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it
Damn it feels goo to see people up on it
'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they caught from my cousin
The vapors

They caught the vapors (4X)

Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze

They caught the vapors (4X)

In the Hands of the Godz

(feat. Biz Markie)

Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark...

I'm the drunk dance rocker,
But don't drink Vodka.
Never sang a song called Frere Jacque.

Rap rhyme schooler,
Composition Ruler,
In seventh grade I had teacher named Mr. Dooler.

I'm very unique and you will agree-ah,
One in a million like Mohamed and Aliah.
A self-believer,
An over-achiever,
Have more stunts than Coronel Seavers.

Ain't no other like B-I-Z,
M-A-R, K-I with the E.
Hang at the Rucker,
Got a Hummer Truck-ah.
Wouldn't trade the busy-boy cuz I'm no sucker.

I'll be bouncing like a ball,
When I say, "Yes, Y'all."
If you don't rock with me you won't rock at all.

So check me out,
With out no doubt,
I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out!
We gonna do right....

I'm on,
like popcorn.
Like a Saturday nite at the Audubon.

Listen to the Brother,
Ain't no other can mess with.
The man with the plan,
with the most finesse.

I make you scream,
And I'll make you dance.
I'm guaranteed to rock the mike,
And put you all in a trance.

So listen to the Brother,
Ain't no other can stutter,
(unintelligable) "ah- whadda a-whadda ah-rock, rock"
MC-Butter.

The man to do the "Up, a one-two,"
or "ah hah hah hah hah"
I rock with you.

So listen to me,
cuz I'm THE
Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I
out with the E!

BABY, BABY!
I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out!

(let's listen to this dramatic show
which was popular in the early days of radio)

Ha ha, unh, yeah yeah
Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh
Little taste of the old school
Jazzy Jeff, yo, break it down one time Say what?
Unh, unh, unh, unh
One for the treble, two for the bass
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face
Me and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say
1985 to the Y2K
The new millenium, propehicies, I'm fulfillin' 'em
Everywhere I go, people be yelling "yo, that's Will and them"
(so fresh) I check the rhyme like Quest
Some jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my rest
The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock well
The nail in the coffin of your average rapper
Jeff do the ditto for your average scratcher
Stature of a rapper slash actor Back to the future on wax
The future of rap
Tap like Gregory Hines, read the headlines
Hip-hop's number one son still shines
'Cause I'm (so fresh) Big Will is (so fresh)
Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) West Philly is (so fresh)
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Biiiiiz... Marrrr... KIE!

Yes y'all and to the funky beat and
Everytime you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin'
The B-I-Z will wreck it, R-O-C-K it
You're guaranteed to like me, for what I am sayin'
To all those other emcees that be tryin' to get the info
Forget the rest 'cause I'm the best, and I'm a nympho-
Maniac, insaniac, I'll put you in a trance and
Always keep it tight, cuz, no matter what type was
In, you know I'm fresh in flavor
Yeah, that's right, I'm talkin' 'bout me
The R-K-I-E in the place to be
I recognize and hypnotize, everytime I tenderize
I specialize and open eyes, to make you realize
That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills
The diobolocal, and my man Will
And we're (so fresh)

Ha, Big Will is (so fresh) Biz Mark is (so fresh)
Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) Biz, do it
Whoo, for the old school
Unh, unh, ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen
Rrricky... D!

Well once upon a time eccentric head shorty
Where people wore pijamas and went to bed early
There was a little boy, tight clout that might sprout
Tried to help lead black folk the right route
Delayed,
Negative voices, many, once in prison for unwise
choices that he once made
Divide the men, cops were sent inside of him
And seeing the good he had within him, let him out again
The life no longer for a big time baller, vic
Big Willies like Will Smith now call the kid (yo Rick)
So check the gift, everything no negative
That's what happens when you steer black folk away from negative
Not to mention chasin' charts, killin' 'em
There'll be a member of the Biz-Mark, Will, and Rick
Demise sent, can't mess with the mindset
Come run with us, December 1999 said
It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is just rainy days
I love you so, how much, you'll never know
You took your love away from me Oh oh oh oh
You took your love away from me Oh oh oh oh
You took your love, you took your love, you took your love
You took your love away from me
Slick Rick
Will Smith
Biz Mark

True dat, true dat
Jazzy Jeff y'all