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    "Me and the Biz (Extended Version)" Lyrics

    Masta Ace

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    [Master Ace]
    Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
    One two microphone check one two
    Microphone check one two microphone check one two
    Tell you what I'm gonna do

    On and on and on is how the beat goes
    So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
    And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
    I wear shorts in the summer Timberlands when it snows
    Sometimes I like to chill sometimes I like to mingle
    Sometimes I get the fever for the flavor of a single
    Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
    That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
    Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
    It's not too short, but then again it's not too long
    I brought someone with me, someone you might know
    He's bound to wreck your body from the tip of your toe
    All the way up to your last hair follicle

    [Biz Markie]
    Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
    Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
    To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
    Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
    C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
    Live party people but the rest did not survive
    (Why?) They had a cardiac arrest
    Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and
    Making people dance like if I was Albert Alien
    People just love it when the Biz starts to play
    With my (beatboxing), and by the way
    Skeezing with a girl is something I get tricky
    And I'm the sneaky type to like slip a girl a Mickey
    And I live the type of life that's far from affordable
    Standing on the corner calling cuties on the portable
    Me and Master Ace is FONKY (Word to Miz)
    Yo, who is it Ace? (It's me and the Biz)

    It's me and the Biz [x4]

    [Biz Markie]
    Yo Ace, I got an, um, question
    Excuse me brother, but can you spare a dime?

    [Master Ace]
    Naw, but if you want, I can kick a funky rhyme
    All I need is a groove that's as smooth as a harp and
    I'm ready to talk nuff shit like Al Sharpton
    I take the stage and engage in a page and
    My name is Master Ace and 22 is the age

    [Biz Markie]
    Yo, I'm the B-I-Z M and, like a lot of women
    Bought a new car because the first one was a lemon
    Oochie Louie Findy, me and Sexy Cindy
    Riding around the block as if I was in the Indy
    Everybody pointing cause I am the joint and
    They know it's me, because I'm the B-I-Z
    Sometimes I lie in bed all day and think about my life
    Should I just kick rap and settle down with kids and a wife?
    And get a regular job where I'm working 9 to 5
    Shit, I'm the Biz and it's great to be alive

    [Master Ace]
    I'm making crazy hits, a winner never quits
    So those that used to diss me in the past are having fits
    But I just sit back and kick my feet up on the table
    Cause I'm able to rock a crowd without a cable
    Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
    So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
    M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't store bought hip-hop from a jar and
    It sure ain't Stephanie Mills playing Dorothy in the Wiz
    It's me and the Biz

    It's me and the Biz [x4]

    [Master Ace]
    I'm a 100% proof and rag on the roof and
    Pulling crazy cuties without a gold tooth
    Wilding, styling, this land is my land
    (You're a) prisoner to my music like you was on Riker's Island
    A slim, soft-spoken brother from the ghetto
    My name is Master Ace and I thought that you should know
    You run your rhymes like a horse and force
    Extra booty lyrics on the crowd like you're the boss
    I think you'd better keep them to yourself
    Do it for yourself, put your lyrics back up on the shelf
    Now I'm going to pass it to the B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I-E
    'Cause I know you want to see him

    [Biz Markie]
    Ah one two, one two, this is what I'm gonna do
    Keep the place jumping, get it wild like a zoo
    If anyone can do it, the B-I-Z can
    Peace to Marley Marl, Tagedy, and MC Shan
    And my cousin Cool V and, TJ Swan E and
    The Jungle Brothers swinging from a tree and
    EPMD and, Nice and Smooth B and
    MC Craig G and, Just I-C-E and
    The list goes on and on and on and on
    I go to Dapper Dan or Bennetton

    Hey hey, I got some shout outs, I know you all bought my new album
    I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
    Everybody in Jersey bought it
    Everybody in uptown bought it
    Eveerybody in Philidelphia and California and Florida bought my new album
    I'm Biz Markie, I'm down with my cousin Cool V, TJ Swan, Marley Marl...
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC.
    Written by Duval Clear Master Ace, Marlon Lu Ree Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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