Biz Markie - Stone Age [feat. Biz Markie] Lyrics (2024)

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I'll beatboxAh mic test one two Aww man I check it better Ah whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark? I hit the rhyme with the mayonnaise that's what I mean Ah whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark? Man I got beats up my sleeve like you wouldn't BELIEVE! Whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark? Ah with my "ah one two" I substitute about a loop So let me serve with the slope, with the Plug of two scoops! Mr. Miyag' never did dip for Dove Bootleggers my legs and, grit about a hug And who gets the Motts, I knots by the chance I rain-dance I rain-dance But steppin just a bit I don't need another shadow Makes makes, is gonna be the new man's motto Don't increase the bull, because my pulley is broken And my belly is full It's a second I reckon on the bone and the ball Makin London bridges fall, so check it I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop But we could bring it back to the beatbox! I'm Posdonus Plug Wonder plotter Serenade her cause I gotta record When in the womb I was naked now I Chill with latex cause of how I, enter The black wood without a splinter, provin I had the chills what helps in movin, asses Saw the light cause I got glasses, so we Sip the cappuccino slowly I'sah makes the big money! I drive big Cars, serve the bubble like a bar tender When in flight like a sender, lace Sticks of dynamite on bass, head Lace the shoe until he dead Run! Cause the cop is gonna come This my Plug style So they can kiss my, grits Hold my balls without a mitt grab The mouthpiece to talk the dag nabit I keeps goin like that rabbit, ricochet a dame I need a Snicker, Satisfy the Norman to the Gladys, Knight My glasses help me see the light, so we Sip the cappuccino slow In life, it's what you see is usually whatcha Get, won't take a Drag-without-a-Net, no To put the rhythm in the, bone Marrow, laid the pipe to please Cari-lou I don't know! If it's trueThat's a fumbleWell catch a fever from the jungleChocolate, nubian girls flock to it, sweets And if I can't sample beats, get the Beatbox equipped with the, dirt BizMark and Doug E. works, fine Mase work the wheel I tangle lines, harkThe light is thirsty in the dark So we It's like I saw it in the river but my M wasn't fixed Super heavy like a Chevy pump a Maseo mix I had some screams in my pockets, and played it kinda hush And did the outs (got to check out, the avenue) I peeped the Zoah on the gimme gimme, plus we hit the plat' Then the amps was on samp's, the villains got fat The Natives weren't the neighbor then to, nigg* pleaseIt's a hustle for a joint when your settlement G's But we still be on the wax because it acts like that We still be on the moves because it moves like that So there ain't no reason to don't stop 'Cause we can bring it back to the beatbox! "Yo who, I don't know who was on the mic man This thing smell awful here man"

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Written by: DAVID JOLICOEUR, VINCENT MASON, KELVIN MERCER, PAUL HUSTON

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