Biz Is Goin' Off

Hey, to everybody and people that stay partyin'

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

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

The stutter steppin' style that I use to amuse and, hey

I'm the original, hellified kinging

For freaky sound and throwing down, and you know that I'm bringin'

The crowd to enjoyment by what I do

Like ah-ah-oh, wah-oh, well, one, two

I keep the people cheerin' because of what they hearin'

Movin' and groovin' to a devastating sound that's glarin'

Because they're in the mood for me

The B-I-Z, the M-as, the M-as, the A-R-K-I-E

The party rippin', never trippin', the king of crowd pleasin'

I can turn it out, without a doubt, in any season

I entertain crowds, a million and thous

Homeboys makin' nose as I do browse through a girl's blouse

Say the funky rhymes that the girls get naked

I can turn it out with different sounds on my record

And I say give 'em as you exhort the rhythm

The magnificent record maker of prison

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz (Go off, go off)

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz (Go off, go off)

Ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre

Rappin' style used by me, the B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I-E-in'

You will be agreein'

A brother ain't a brother unless he a say like G-in'

Off 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, what round did 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 a-one two, till my voice is hoarse

Then take a Porsche, then you know, of course

I can rock a party with so much force

I'm the greatest entertainer Marley came across

Put princes and photomats together with gloss

And I don't eat spaghetti without the meat sauce

Whether Ragu, Prego, Hunt's, or aunt Millie's

You wanna get this, then try to get illy with me

The inhuman, because I'm mic boomin'

Reagan is the pres, but so was Harry Truman

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz (Go off, go off)

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz Mark is a-goin' off

The Biz (Go off, go off)

Now I make rhymes each and every day

And always seem to come with something fresh to say

In January, February, March, April, May

And the other seven months of the year, but anyway

Literally okay, here's a rhyme I must display

When I'm finished, you be in it sayin', "Hip, hip, hooray"

I will be an MC till I'm old and gray

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

Ladies of the 80s know that I'm the original B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I say with the E

You, little me, and my man, Big Daddy

I can't forget connastical V

And my partner, my best friend, DJ Swaney

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 the one that you discover

I rock off the mic just like if I'm your mother