Like a Dream

It's like a dream, you can say what you wanna say about me

But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah

Cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

It's the M-zah, A-ah, R-zah, K-ah

Like the internet, I am here to stay-ah

Been a long time, I know it's been years

Oops! I did it again, like Britney Spears

Like The Matrix and Keanu Reeves

Ringed around the collar and doo doo on the sleeves

I'm explosive like dynamite

I should be on "Entertainment Tonight"

Or "Access Hollywood" or "Soul Train"

I'm so on fire, I fart propane

Don't use Rogaine, got a head full of hair

Cause the brother on the mic is so debonnaire

I'm so cool, the Fonz say "EYY!"

Cause I'm the best MC from around my way

Never listen to what haters say

I just stay focused like Kobe in L.A

It's like a dream, you can say what you wanna say about me

But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah

Cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

I'mma do it like I never have done it

Never got drunk and never got blunted

The Redox in my ear, they cost about a hundred

If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it

Super educated master rap techniquer

Ill funk freaker every day of the week-ah

Whether it's Kim, Agnes, Monique or Tamika

My unique physique make 'em all weaker and weaker

Cause I'm hung, like Mighty Joe Young

They all get sprung, from the joy that I brung

I drive a Hummer, I'm hot like Donna Summers

I'm one of the first human (rum-a-pum pummers)

No matter what they say, I always sound flyer

Than anyone you heard, or even de-sired

Yes it's me, I'm the Original B-I-Z

M-A-R-K-I with the E

It's like a dream, you can say what you wanna say about me

But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah

Cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

The beat don't stop 'til everybody's gone

I'm old school like a bag of Bon Ton

Like the Mary Jane Girls I go "All Night Long"

Hit you in the head like El Kabong

My style is masculine, far from feminine

I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and 'em

I don't know what you came to do

I came to rock the house for you

From sunny California to Kalamazoo!

Been rockin parties since ninety-two

I know you heard that Reality Bites

But I'm liver than the show called "Saturday Night"

I stay on, it looks like city lights

Chicks cling on me like ballerina tights

Like Minute Mouse and Courageous Cat

You can't beat that with a baseball bat!

It's like a dream, you can say what you wanna say about me

But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah

Cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney