Biz Marquis

Lyrics

[Chorus] My, back on the wall I, never retreat Takin', shit on the chin Boy, that never was me Ain't, put nothin' down But, you'd rather critique Guess you, better than me Guess you, better than me My, back on the wall I, never retreat Takin', shit on the chin Boy, that never was me Ain't, put nothin' down But, you'd rather critique Guess you, better than me Guess you, better than me [Verse One] Wood on the wheel Leather on the seat Get it how you live However, you eat All about the fetti The cheddar, the cheese How much is enough And can you measure your greed It's, funk in my city It's, never been sweet It's, funk in my city It's, never been peace It's, whatever, whatever They be lettin' 'em bleed Your mama, cousin and sister And six separate degrees Get it out the mud Keep the pepper in reach Sorry, I'm something that the suckas Never could be The rest of the geeks With your clever deceit No jeffin' with the suckas 'cause what do they bring Got your elbows on the table Done pulled up a seat Loosened up they belt Puttin' up they feet Ain't put nothing down But want to look at receipts Just clearin' they plates And then lickin' 'em clean [Chorus] My, back on the wall I, never retreat Takin', shit on the chin Boy, that never was me Ain't, put nothin' down But, you'd rather critique Guess you, better than me Guess you, better than me My, back on the wall I, never retreat Takin', shit on the chin Boy, that never was me Ain't, put nothin' down But, you'd rather critique Guess you, better than me Guess you, better than me [Verse Two] I'm like Biz Markie In a Grand Marquis Need my name in all caps On the grand marquee These boys talking Hi-Tech Like Marques Brownlee On Friday like Craig "Can you hear my heartbeat?" But, hold your applause I got prominent flaws Truthfully all I want is correspondence with God Head in the clouds Inhalin' and then cough up the smog I'm just an Ol' Dirty Bastard whose product is raw Drippin' a sauce Taught a little bit about a lot A little knowledge goes a long way A lot ya flaw Following my intuition Cause I know you're lost Give a lot of yourself and don't consider what it cost My debts ain't paid off The sins wage is death Stopped asking for these favors and bouncing your rain checks So when the flood came I made sure that I stayed fresh Can't drown in the hype So it's exit stage left Gone!