Just Rhymin’ with Biz

Funky!

Ready?

Funky! Funky! Ahhh...

One two, one two

We came here to do the motherfuckin' do

You and the crew

Got my man Marley Marl in the house

Can't forget my man, Lik, y'all in the house

Got Fric and Frac in the house

Hey-hey-hey, you got Big Daddy Kane in the house

Juice Crew in the house

That's right

And my name is the Biz Markie

And we gonna rock a little something like this...



One, two, whatcha gonna do?

I say yes, yes y'all, to the beat, all

Party-havin' people guaranteed to be like havin' a ball

H-h-h-hey, we gonna do a little somethin' like this, I say...






I'm the rap promoter, I start to motor

Tour from New York to South Dakota

Drink ginger ale or root beer soda

Never get the girls with the underarm odor

Put me on water, I'm a good floater

When I run for prez, you best be a voter

Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda

I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda

Or R2-D2 drivin' down the BQ

When I buy franks, I make sure they're Hebrew

When I entertain, and love to treat you

Love to see a girl in a nightie that's see-through

Take her to the crib, turn on the Beta

Watch a good flick by Arnold Schwarzenegger

Maybe *Commando* or *The Terminator*

Peace, party people, ha ha, see you later

Big Daddy, ha ha, my man my mellow

Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat Jell-O






Check it out, y'all

You don't stop, keep on

Well, it's the Kane in the flesh, of course I'm fresh

Oh, you thought that I was rotten? Huh, I beg your pardon

To me, gettin' paid and gettin' busy fall together

So a man of my ambiance... never!

Could I be weak, why, I'm rather unique

I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique

That I be usin' and not many can manage

So a brother like me, I do damage

Just by pickin' up the mic to go solo

I cold turn a party on out, and oh, yo

I get physical, mystical, very artistical

Givin' party people somethin' funky to listen to

That's why the other MC's can't swing long

I stomp 'em out just like I was King Kong

Steppin' on roaches, I get ferocious

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I go on and on and on and

Until the bright Shirley Murdock morning

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Cause I'mma pimp, hear the primp, yes, the emp-

-eror, bringin' much terror in your era

I'm ready, willin' and I'm able, so bust a move

Never use a barbershop, I got my homeboy Smooth

Coolin' out with the clippers right around the way

To keep my fresh Cameo cut every day

Like that, y'all, it's like that, y'all

It's like thata-the-that, it's like that, y'all

'
Cause I'm the prosecutor, takin' a stand

And, I'm cross-examinin' you, my man

The judge and jury, releasin' my fury

The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry

You see, the name Kane is superior to many people

It means King Asiatic Nobody's Equal

I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good

And if mics were a gun, I'd be Clint Eastwood

And if rap was a game, I'd be MVP

Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C

Or if rap was a school, I'd be the principal

Aw, fuck it! The Kane is invincible

To be specific, I may die one day

But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic

It's a certain special skill that takes much practice

I got it good, apparently you lack this

So in turn, sit back and learn

Listen close, this is for your own concern

Let me show you exactly how it's properly done

Lights, camera, action!

A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also

Cameo afro, Virgo, domino

I go Rambo, gigolo, Romeo

Friday night spend money on a ho-

-tel, to get a good night's sleep, I'm keepin' in step

Now, do I come off? Yep