Biz Is Goin' Off - Biz Markie

I’m the most honored, storied, sound of soul!

Hey to everybody and, people that say partyin

It’s time to hear a funky rhyme from me the Biz Markie again

As I just display 'em, the way I like say 'em

The stutter steppin style that I use to amuse and HEY

I’m the original, hellified king-ing

For freaky sound, for throwin down, and you know that I’m bringing

The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do Like

I keep the people cheerin, because of what they hearin

Movin and groovin, to a devestatin sound that’s glarin

Because they’re in the mood for me The B-I-Z the Emmezah-Emmezah-A-R-K-I-E

The party rippin, never trippin, king of crowd pleasin

I can turn it out without a doubt in any season

I entertain crowds, a million and thous'

Homeboys makin noise, as I do browse through a girl’s blouse

Say the funky rhyme to make the girls get naked

I can turn it out, with different sounds on my record

That I say give 'em, as y’all exault the rhythm

The magnificent record maker of Prism

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off

The Biz

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Check out this bizarre

Rappin style used by me, the B-I-Z

Emm-A-R-K-I with the E and, you will be agreein

A brother ain’t a brother unless he is say like G’n

Up with his technique and, keep the people freakin

Like me the Biz Markie because my style is so unique and

Guaranteed to rock the mic with rhymes that I say

I’m just as good as Clint Eastwood, so won’t you make my day

Markie the original, yes I am the boss

And I can rock the microphone for you and yours

Go 'til my voice is hoarse

Then take a pause, annnd you know, of course

I can rock a party, with so much force

I’m the greatest entertainer Marley came across

Puttin pictures in photomat to give 'em a gloss

And I don’t eat spaghetti without the meat sauce

Whether Ragu, Prego, Hunt’s or Aunt Millie

You wanna get dissed?

Then try to get illy

with me the inhuman, because I’m like boomin

Reagan is the Pres, but so was Harry Truman

Now!

I make rhymes, each and every day

And always seem to come up with somethin fresh to say

In January, February, March April May

And the other seven months of the year, but anyway

Hey, feel the lay okay, here’s a rhyme I must display

When I’m finished you be in it sayin HIP HIP HOORAY!

I will be an emcee, 'til I’m old and grey

And I can even rock the mic with tooth decay, decay

Yo — ladies of the 80's know that I’m the

Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I say with an E You know me, and my man Big Daddy

I can’t forget, Cutmaster Cool V And my partner, my best friend TJ Swannie

Rockin the mic would say most definitely

So listen don’t be missin, I will never be dissin

I just rock the mic, and always have discipline

Listen to the brother ain’t no other you discover

I rock up the mic just like if I’m, your, mother!

I!!!

— am the magnificent…

I!!!

— am the magnificent…

I’m the most honored, storied, sound of soul!

Go Biz Mark!

Go Biz Mark!

Go Biz go Biz go Biz Mark!