In The Hands Of The Gods Lyrics - Biz Markie

Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark 

I'm the drunk dance rocker, but don't drink vodka 

Never sang a song called Frere Jacque 

Rap rhyme schooler, composition Ruler 

In seventh grade I had teacher named Mr. Dooler 

I'm very unique and you will agree-ah 

One in a million like Mohamed and Aliah 

A self-believer, an over-achiever 

Have more stunts than Coronel Seavers 

Ain't no other like B I Z, M A R K I with the E 

Hang at the Rucker 

Got a Hummer Trucker 

Wouldn't trade the busy boy, 'cuz I'm no sucker 

I'll be bouncing like a ball, when I say, yes, y'all 

If you don't rock with me you won't rock at all 

So check me out, with out no doubt 

I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out 

We gonna do right, gonna do right 

Gonna do right, gonna do right 

We gonna do right, gonna do right 

Gonna do right, gonna do right 

I'm on like popcorn 

Like a Saturday nite at the Audubon 

Listen to the Brother, ain't no other can mess with 

The man with the plan, with the most finesse 

I make you scream, and I'll make you dance 

I'm guaranteed to rock the mike, and put you all in a trance 

So listen to the Brother, ain't no other can stutter 

"Ah- whadda a-whadda ah-rock, rock" MC-Butter 

The man to do the up, a one-two 

Or 'ah hah hah hah hah' I rock with you 

So listen to me, 'cuz I'm the original 

B I Z M A R K I out with the E 

Baby 

I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out 

Baby 

I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out