Stone Age



(Bust this)

BIZ MARKIE:
Beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box

DOVE:
A mic test one, two

BIZ:
Aw man, I check a mayo

DE LA:
What’cha mean, Biz Markie,
What’cha mean, Biz Mark?

BIZ:
I hit the rhyme with the mayonnaise
That’s what I mean

DE LA:
What’cha mean, Biz Markie,
What’cha mean, Biz Mark?

BIZ:
Man, I got beats up my sleeve
Like ya wouldn’t believe

DE LA:
What’cha mean, Biz Markie,
What’cha mean, Biz Mark?

BIZ:
With my (ah, one two)
I substitute a vinyl loop
So let me serve you with the Soul
With the Plug of Two scoops

DOVE:
Mr. Miag never did dip for Dove
Bootleg is my legs and grit about a hug
And who gets them knots, signed nots by the chance
I raindance, I raindance
But step it just a bit, I don’t need another shadow
Mates mates 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
Making London bridges fall, so check it
I bring the point to the joints that we change and chop
But we can bring it back to the beat box
(To the, to the... beat)
(To the, to the... beat)
(To the, to the, to the... beat)
(Beat y’all...)

POS:
I’m Posdnuos, Plug Wonder
Plot a
Serenader ‘cause I got a
Record
When in the womb I was nekkid
Now I

POS AND SHORTIE:
Chill with latex ‘cause of how I
Enter
The black wood without a splinter
Prove it
I have the chills what helps it move it
Asses
Saw the light ‘cause I got glasses
So we
Sip the cappucino slow

BIZ:
I’s makes bigs money, I drives bigs

POS:
Cars
Serve the bobo like a bar
Tender
When in flight like a sender
Lace
Sticks of dynamite on base
Heads

BIZ:
Lace the shoe until he’s dead

POS AND SHORTIE:
Run
‘Cause the cop is gonna come
Dis my
Plug style

POS:
So they can kiss my
Grits
Hold my balls without a mitt
Grab
The mouthpiece to talk the dag
Nabbit
I keeps going like that rabbit
Rico-
Chet a dame and eat a Snicker
Satis-
Fy the Norman to the Gladys
Knight
My glasses help me see the light
So we
Sip the cappucino slow

BIZ:
Come on, yeah, life is what you see is usually what you

POS:
Get
Won’t take a drag without a net
Known

BIZ:
To put the rhythm in the bone

POS:
Marrow
Laid the pipe to please Carol Lou

BIZ:
I don’t know

POS:
If it’s true
That’s a fumble

POS AND SHORTIE:
Won’t catch a fever from the jungle

POS:
Chocolate
Nubian girls flock to it
Sweets
And if I can’t sample beats
Get the

BIZ:
Beat box

POS:
And quit with the
Dirt
Biz Mark and Doug E. works
Fine
Mase work the will, I tangle rhymes
Hark
The light is thirsty in the dark
So we

BIZ:
Beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box
I’ll beat box, I’ll beat box

DOVE:
It’s like a sword in the river, but my M wasn’t picked
Super heavy like a Chevy, bump the Maseo mix
I had some screens in my pocket
And played it kinda hush and did the out
(Got to check out the Avenue)
I peeped the Zoa on the gimme-gimme
Plus we hit the plat
Then the amps was on samps, the villains got fat
The Natives went to neighbor, then to nigga, please
It’s a hustle for a joint when you settlement Gs (?)
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 beat box

(Bust this)

(Yo, I don’t know who was on this mic, man,
this thing smell awful here, man...)










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