Awww yeah! uh, uh huh One two, microphone check one two Microphone check one two, mircophone check one two Tell you what Im gonna do
On and on and on is how the beat goes So sell the british walkers and cut the afros And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes I wear shorts in the summer, timberlands when it snows Sometimes I like to chill, sometimes I like to mingle Sometimes I get the fever for the flavor of a single Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though That s because jimmy might end up on death row Now this here jam is like a special kind of song Its not too short, but then again its not too long I brought someone with me, someone you might know Hes bound to wreck your body from the tip of your toe All the way up to your last hair folicle
[biz markie] Hey hey hey, its me the diabolical Yes, yall and, its time for me to fall in To a funky beat to make you have a ball and Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump Cmon dont be a chump, I see four and maybe five Live party people but the rest did not survive (why? ) they had a cardiac arrest Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and Making people dance like if I was alvin ailey, and People just love it when the biz starts to play With my (beatboxing), and by the way Skeezing with a girl is something I get tricky And Im the sneaky type to like slip a girl a mickey And I live the type of life thats far from affordable Standing on the corner calling cuties on the portable Me and master ace is fonky (word to miz) Yo, who is it ace? (its me and the biz)
Its me and the biz (repeat 4x)
[biz markie] Yo ace, I got an, um, question Excuse me brother, but can you spare a dime?
[masta ace] Naw, but if you want, I can kick a funky rhyme All I need is a groove thats as smooth as a harp and Im ready to talk nuff shit like al sharpton I take the stage and engage in a page and My name is master ace and 22 is the age
[biz markie] Yo, Im the b-i-z m and, like a lot of women Bought a new car because the first one was a lemon Oochie louie findy, me and sexy cindy Riding around the block as if I was in the indy Everybody pointing cause I am the joint and They know its me, because Im the b-i-z Sometimes I lie in bed all day and think about my life Should I just kick rap and settle down with kids and a wife? And get a regular job where Im working 9 to 5 Shit, Im the biz and its great to be alive
[masta ace] Im making crazy hits, a winner never quits So those that used to diss me in the past are having fits But I just sit back and kick my feet up on the table Cause Im able to rock a crowd without a cable Or a cuban link and (yo, lincoln wasnt cuban!) So I still produce def jams like my name was ricky rubin M-a-s-t-e-r and this aint store bought hip-hop from a jar and It sure aint stephanie mills playing dorothy in the wiz Its me and the biz
Its me and the biz (repeat 4x)
[masta ace] Im a 100% proof and rag on the roof and Pulling crazy cuties without a gold tooth Wilding, styling, this land is my land (youre a) prisoner to my music like you was on rikers island A slim, soft-spoken brother from the ghetto My name is master ace and I thought that you should know You run your rhymes like a horse and force Extra booty lyrics on the crowd like youre the boss I think youd better keep them to yourself Do it for yourself, put your lyrics back up on the shelf Now Im going to pass it to the b-i-z m-a-r-k-i-e Cause I know you want to see him
[biz markie] Ah one two, one two, this is what Im gonna do Keep the place jumping, get it wild like a zoo If anyone can do it, the b-i-z can Peace to marley marl, tagedy, and mc shan And my cousin cool v and, tj swan e and The jungle brothers swinging from a tree and Epmd and, nice and smooth b and Mc craig g and, just i-c-e an