Lyrics

*Sampling Biz Markie and Marley Marl - We Write The Songs" [Scratching] "Down to wreck and like collect or put your body in park" - Biz Markie [Verse 1] Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot Brew is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing On my own two, down with my own crew Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap off When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a masseuse I get loose like a screw turned to the left, right to tight Man, when it's time for some action I get red, tonight's da night An eye for an eye, a life for what's right Dissect it, I'm on hi-tech shit, computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct I'm went to F.A.M. and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the key, goddammit, uh, I'm the locksmith Studied the missionary waitin' on my life, the mic I Rush like Boss is I switch styles like a channel with controls that is remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles, I freak the vow(el)s That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest 'cause I loaned them microphones They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own It's like that, coming from the Go rapper I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that ho Patra So keep on, and you don't, now come on Ah keep on, and you don't [Scratching] "Down to wreck and like collect or put your body in park" - Biz Markie [Verse 2] When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind, I see a wack-ass rhyme And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it I get charged like a nigga in position with a stolen card of credit Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it" Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other studs come through to see what I am up to They be on the dick of crew giving us weed and buying us brew Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out 'cause they look up Rest in peace to Harold, I'm washing tons of rappers like Booker T. told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world" How you going to come off with the style that's sterile? It's like that, keep on, ha ha It's like that, keep on [Scratching] "Down to wreck and like collect or put your body in park" - Biz Markie [Verse 3] My foundation is a black block of niggas that rock they hat cocked I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap cocked get your Glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rap race is a rat race Just 'cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the 'fro don't make you Hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that The real shit's starting to come back The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack I started eating cat when I was 10 Before then I was getting big dog like Glenn Robinson I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind But there comes a time when you gotta come off of that booty The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie But living in the big city but I still like Tootie 'cause she got big titties My style is steep, I rip rhymes on the incline Splat guts, bust fat nuts, and lay up like a crip line I'm slamming, jamming on the one I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on [Scratching] "Down to wreck and like collect or put your body in park" - Biz Markie