Bodyrock Biz Markie

[Intro]
I had to be the first
'Cause it was me, Rakim and Kane as a crew
Nobody knew I had styles
Know what I mean? (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
You know it's ill
It's the B-I-Z Markie
With my man Chad Muska
Guaranteed to rock, like-like this
Like-like, like like this
Rock like rock like rock rock like this, y'all

[Verse 2]
I'm the humdinger, the microphone singer
Super bell-ringer, here to bring ya
The rhyme technique-a, the ill funk freak-a
Coming right out of your speakers
Never reaching a peak-a
Perfection direction, in any section
My style is kickin' like Chinese Connection
Most Valuable Poet, thirteen years strong
The island of Long is where I belong
Superb like Goldberg, iller than Godzilla
I scared Michael Jackson into writin' a-Thriller
The ginger ale sipper, the freestyle flipper
Never see me in a pair of Grand Union brown clippers
Funk my juice capone, down when I was bony
One of the funkiest masters of ceremony
Jam, jam, jibbity jam
Let me, let me, let me tell you who I am