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Huh?

Yo this is funky!

We gon' get down to the point

And I’m just gonna say — I’d like to thank my man Rashad

But we gon' get down like this, and you don’t stop

A twink-twinkle, a rock the house

And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house

Can’t forget my man Sal, rock the house, and

Felle Fel, rock the house

I can’t forget, Capital, rock the house

My man Capital T, will rock the house

And to my man B, a rock the house, and

My man Frankie, a rock the house

I can’t forget Doo G, rock the house

And my man Cool V, a rocks the house y’all

Ah to the beat y’all, you don’t stop

I’m Biz Markie with the funky sound

And right about now, here’s the countdown

One. two. one, two, three

Yo B take it from the top

Yo B take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?)

Yo B take it from the top

Yo B take it from the top (wellllllll)

Well I demand respect, so everybody salute

And by the way Backspin, is my attribute

You may or may not, know who I am

But frankly my dear. I don’t give a damn!

You may know me from «Rockin' With Biz Markie»

Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky

You might have seen in some videos with other folks

Sittin on the bench while me and Biz was tellin mother jokes

The meaning of my name some people may, try to guess

Yes yes I’m fresh to the flesh, so let me manifest

I make romance, I’m not a freelance

I spin records; BITCH I don’t breakdance!

I scoop girls around the world that’s what B does

The name Backspin means that B was

Born. as a creative, cut king

Supreme poet, inferior to nothing

Call me the teacher, since I’m the one who taught you

(What's that?) Myyyyyyy DICK! (CAUGHT YOU!)

I’m signin off because my rhyme’s complete

I say peace to Chancellor Avenue and Bergen Street

Yo Cap take it from the top

Yo Cap take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?)

Yo Cap take it from the top

Yo Cap take it from the top (wellllllll)

Well get a grip and, yeah the Capital’s rippin

More than just a ordinary style, cold flippin

Those that attempt to diss, or try to take this

Title away what? I think you better forget it

Pit-pat this Jack, get off of the crack black

It’s the true fact, your record hit the pillow sack

And now you’re wonderin how make a comeback

But don’t make me laugh, your studio’s a two-track

Biz hits the bassline, then I rip the real line

Together it’s combined and designed to a master rhyme

A little touch from Cool V himself

An overnight process then it’s ready for the shelves

Perfect shit on wax is made

Then bring it to the radio and let it get played

There’s no joke and only time to get fanatical

So listen up or pay attention to the Capital

I’m done with the rhyme for the time, so you can have 'em

Aiyyo guys, why don’t you throw somethin funky at 'em

Yo Shell take it from the top

Yo Shell take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?)

Yo Shell take it from the top

Yo Shell take it from the top (wellllllll)

Y’all know me, as the Original D

Like to the I say with the A and hey

Bust this, M-O-N-D

I grab the mic and recite rhymes in your left ear

It’s always def and different

Never somethin from the previous years

I’m quite slim, but rougher than a pair of Timbs

The Diamond Shell will never trip stagger fall or bend

I don’t smoke and never ever have I drank no liquor

Bein smooth keeps my rhyme style, that much quicker

So yo hey chief, bust this technique of speak

I’m feelin sheik and also rather unique

I’m smooth as (?), you can’t deny I’m

Innovative with style, and bound to hit primetime soon

As I tour from Kalamazoo to the moon

Give props to the rapper, the brother dresses Dapper

Than Dan cause I’m the man I’d like to make ya toes tap

With the, funky type of flow, I’m smooth as a Lambo'-

-Ghini I dream of Jeannie her hands on my jam

So, once but not twice, this brother’s precise

When it comes to snakin girls I get as crooked as loaded dice

Pullin women can’t no man compete

I nut 'em all from the Great Wall down to Wall Street

So.

Yo Fell take it from the top

Yo Fell take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?)

Yo Fell take it from the top

Yo Fell take it from the top (wellllllll)

Ready for the riot I rip rap rapacious

Crews don’t slip you’re payin penalty slashes

Clashes crashed, but I crash ass or

Ravish the mic, and then I’mma pass all

Hard to handle run a gamble like Vegas

But I never lost the force be runnin wages

Of pages, and pages, biters think I’m cajun

Spice cause I’m so nice and eighteen is my age is

Rappers crumble when I tackle they crackle I ramshackle

Don’t even know why they waste time on the pack’ll

Of nine cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles

Stress the word, so you know I live trifle

MC’s, metamorphosize to digest

Days from a faze and my praise is like a rajah

I reckon, that crews that step over this way

Think life is a game and they just too pissed to play

Some say, on mics I’m a master

A snatcher, a catcher, a very well matcher

But crews better know that I hit like after

Effects who’s next I wreck from now til then

And then when the then comes, I’mma go hit again

Like rat-a-tat-tat of the tickedy eatin dick-er whore

So every move I make I make sure, it’s riggydiggyraw

Biz

Mar, kie the original

Everytime I see V, yo I got material

I was just kickin funky records for you

Cause I’m down with the rhythm of a, ah one chk two

Singin, on records, I get respected

It don’t matter to me cause you know that I’m connected

With B-M-V Biz Mark and Vaughn

Down to wreck collect and then jet, to the break of dawn

Discombobulate, sentence ain’t complete

Unless I go AHH AHH AHH UHH on beat

Zip-zop-a-zigga-lah, zagga-zucka-zaii

No matter what I say, I always come out fly

Because my records get respected as I like jettin

You will agree it’s me, cause you know I’m inventin

A different kind of rhythm of rhymin state

That’s why you like everything I create

«Pickin' Boogers», «The Vapors», «Just a Friend»

That’s just some of the things you can comprehend

So just check it, MC’s wreck it

You listen to the Biz Markie, don’t disrespect it

Just listen!