My name is Biz Markie, I rock for Queens, Astoria. My new album is called, Weekend Warrior. But every time that I always hit a note. Just like DJ Kool, eh ah, Let Me Clear My Throat.
My name is Biz Markie, I rock for Queens, Astoria. My new album is called, Weekend Warrior. But every time that I always hit a note. Just like DJ Kool, eh ah, Let Me Clear My Throat.
It's me the diabolical, biz mark symbolical. I shakes from scripts of hits I made a while ago. Now I'm on the run again starting other capers. And people couldn't catch me even if I was "the vapors".
[cool v]. Yo biz, let's send this out to the propmaster kool dj red alert. Bring the beat in, todd. Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're on the smooth tip.
Hey hey hey, know what I heard?. Beauty's only skin deep, ugly is to the bone. . Back in the days, I'm not gonna lie. They used to say I'm ugly, a hurting guy.
This is for those who didn't believe. That me, myself they said I couldn't achieve. My goal or even get to my destiny. To be the s-k-b-i-z. It was a rough road, for me to pursue a.
G-goobely-goo. Ah-h-h-hm. . Ah yeah. Now check it out. . I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap. I sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rap.
One two, one two. You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds. Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z. Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K. And this goes out to my DJ. The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than.
Mum. I'm coming home. So take my picture off the wall. I'm coming home. I've had enough of being alone. . Dad. I'll see you soon. Don't keep me talking on the phone.
Deschizi ochii,intr-o lume noua,. Undeva intr-un spital,etajul noua. Palma pe cur,sa vada daca ai reusit. Si tu probabil ai raspuns,cu un tipat ragusit,.
Quisiera terminar ya de sufrir. pues se mui bien. que nunca estaras conmigo. pero esta vez que puedo aser. te enteras de mi peor castigo. . y soar contigooo,.
father wants me. father needs me. father on top of me. father loves me. I lie still. I lie still don't tell my mother. I lie still don't tell my sister.
I am the way you wanna be too. I'm a danger to myself. You are the sacrifice I'll make. When I crawl up in between you. . You and I, you and I both know.
In a network filled with the C.E.O narcotic intention. Displays an army of inebriated buffoons. With nothing more to do but live and let live in a fabricated scene.
I see the people laughing. Image seldom or as it seems. Absent of money. Love is all they need. Soldiers as they walk to work. Thankful for the chains they feed.
I don't care about the things she wanted me to hear about you,. you just leave my face so I can breath again.. . If you just wanna hang with me,. you can go hang in a tree..
Lyrics: b.phillips/d. bassett/s. solomon. . Don't tell me that I'm not you. Cause I am of course. And you know it doesn't matter. But you want it to. .
This wine, your eyes. Matching so sublime. And I'm sure I pour divine boy. Yes with grace, I'll throw it in your face. And make 'm laugh in a very public place.
Thought you had. all the answers. to rest your heart upon.. But something happens,. don't see it coming, now. you can't stop yourself.. Now you're out there swimming....