And you don't stop And you can't stop Yeah, yeah I like this If youIf you Wanna know Wanna know The real deal, about the BizA-say what, a-say what? Well I'm the Biz Markie And I'm the P. DiddySo you know what time it is A-come onIf you If youWanna know Wanna know The real deal, about the BizA-say what? And that's comin' from me, the P. DiddyAnd you know what time it is, right So come on Diabolical Don't stop and don't you dare quit Just get on the mic, sit on the mic Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit! When I get on the mic, I guarantee There's no better MC than Biz MarkieEverything I say or anything I doWill move yo' posse or your crew When you me hear me say and what I playAffects a lot of people in the strangest way Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn And I never miss a tag when it's my turn' Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the ' Biz Dance' I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this man" You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone I'm the court jester, the manifester I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's The rhymerator, the beat creator Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato The dime repeater, the MC greeter Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater The only M C in the history Who didn't even have to R A PThe bum destroyer, I'm comin' for ya Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer Make James Brown get down Made Beretta go get her Made Laverne and Bill Cosby Go change they sweaters I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4 Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door Rocked seven continents with all this flow"And this is somethin' for the radi-oh " You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone Got ladies screamin' stranje stranje With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I displayIf rap was ***, I'd be a porno star With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah First car, I ever had was a BeamerFirst girl, I ever had was a screamer I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema Put the party people in a state of shock While Biz compose songs like Sebastian BachThis is the end of this scenario Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!" You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone Leave my thang alone You leave my thang alone Leave my thang alone
And you don't stop And you can't stop Yeah, yeah I like this If youIf you Wanna know Wanna know The real deal, about the BizA-say what, a-say what? Well I'm the Biz Markie And I'm the P. DiddySo you know what time it is A-come onIf you If youWanna know Wanna know The real deal, about the BizA-say what? And that's comin' from me, the P. DiddyAnd you know what time it is, right So come on Diabolical Don't stop and don't you dare quit Just get on the mic, sit on the mic Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit! When I get on the mic, I guarantee There's no better MC than Biz MarkieEverything I say or anything I doWill move yo' posse or your crew When you me hear me say and what I playAffects a lot of people in the strangest way Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn And I never miss a tag when it's my turn' Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the ' Biz Dance' I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this man" You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone I'm the court jester, the manifester I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's The rhymerator, the beat creator Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato The dime repeater, the MC greeter Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater The only M C in the history Who didn't even have to R A PThe bum destroyer, I'm comin' for ya Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer Make James Brown get down Made Beretta go get her Made Laverne and Bill Cosby Go change they sweaters I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4 Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door Rocked seven continents with all this flow"And this is somethin' for the radi-oh " You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone Got ladies screamin' stranje stranje With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I displayIf rap was ***, I'd be a porno star With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah First car, I ever had was a BeamerFirst girl, I ever had was a screamer I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema Put the party people in a state of shock While Biz compose songs like Sebastian BachThis is the end of this scenario Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!" You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose So please, please, leave my thang alone Leave my thang alone You leave my thang alone Leave my thang alone
