I'm Singin'

[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

Ha ha, yo Biz, kick something funky for 'em, word up

[BizMarkie]

Now people always want to know my strategy plan

For me to use the weird name as "Diabolical Man"

Well I got diabolical beats, raggedy clothes

And aw hell, I'm even wearing diabolical drawers

I'm not White as Barry cauce I'm Dirtier than Harry

With a rap that's big and fat that Mariah couldn't Carey

So don't come to me with that same ol' same ol'

Cause I'll knock your butt somewhere over the rainbow

I write rhymes that jam more than jelly

So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly

Cause I am so bad when it comes to a rap jam

Even robins scream, "Holy hip-hop Biz man!"

I grab the microphone and go every which way but loose

Cause I'm the ugly ducking that seduces Mother Goose

And I don't be using flipping tounge twisters

But I still get better in time like The Whispers

But older crews you see can't stay as loose as me

Cause old school rappers just ain't what they used to be

So up your nose with a rubber hose

And every brother knows that your style's older than my grandma's clothes

But gray skies is going to clear up, so put on a happy face

Take off that frown and chear up, and put on a happy face, cause

I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain [x7]

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I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind

I hit so hard even Michael Jackson won't remember the time

So here I come a bombing every time I home in to

Off a funky drummer boom I get hot as Donna Summers

Cause I reigh supreme as a rap brainstorm

>From corner to corner, I'm dropping some more on ya

Not Tony Toni Tone, cause I came to warn you

That I even reign in Southern California

Everybody talking bout Biz is hype

Cause I make Dirty Harry's day, hell I even make Gladys Knight's

Soon I star on ABC because rapping DEF is the best way to the G

Alphabetically I have to lead you through

Since I'm the M-izza I know to watch my P's and Q's

Like the EMT's but the B-I-Z

I rap so picture perfect I should just stop and say "Cheese"

So if I step up, who's gonna move me back?

Cause Scooby Doo can't even do that for a Scooby Snack

You think you can, you think you can, don't even try it

Cause instead you need to can it like the Jolly Green Giant

Cause trying to step to Biz, you know I'm a diss them fast

So play like 98.7 and KISS my ass!

Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly

Which reminds me of a song by my man Gene Kelly

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Now it's the universal languange that the Biz Mark is speaking

I'm down with blacks, whites, Indian, and Puerto Rican

I'm an African descendent, myself would have say

But I was "Booooorn in the U.S.A.!"

I spent the 80's duking ladies without making babies

So I guess I'm over like a fat rat that never caught rabies

Went from messing around like Tonto with no woman in 3 years

I had one little two little three little indian

B-I-Z Markie is what it is

And if it's hard for you to spell, then just say "Biz"

I'm down with the Zoo Crew, some kids who act nutty

B-Danks, Cool V, Everett, Todd, and Jeff

They're my buddies, ha, my buddies, ha

Wherever I go, we go

I pass my April Fools in monster May

I pass by so much bull I should say "Ole!"

I got friends named Raggedy Ann and Andy

Call my "Bon appetite" cause I'm sweeter than John Candy

Don't even knock it, till you try me

Cause the proof is in the pudding, you can ask Bill Cosby

Some think I'm bragging, some think I'm boasting

But even Smokey Robinson would second that emotion

That's why I take through the sky on a natural high

Cause I'm fly-ly-ly-ly-ly, ly ly ly ly

I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain [x7]

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