Biz Is Goin' Off Lyrics - Biz Markie - Greatest Hits - Biz Markie

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 

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

Movin' and groovin', to a devastatin' 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 exalt 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 

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 

M-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 and 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 

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin' off 

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin' off 

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin' off 

The Biz 

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin' off 

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin' off 

The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin' off 

The Biz 

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 horray! 

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 a 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!