De La Soul, Biz Markie - Stone Age lyrics

Biz Markie beatboxing i'll beatbox

A-mic test, one two
(Aww man, I check it better)
Whatcha mean Biz Markie? Whatcha
Mean Biz Mark?
(I hit the rhyme with the mayonnaise
That's what I mean)
Whatcha mean Biz Markie? Whatcha
Mean Biz Mark? (Man, I got beats up my
Sleeve like you wouldn't believe)
Whatcha mean Biz Markie? Whatcha
Mean Biz Mark? (With my "a-one two" I
Substitute about a loop)
(So let me serve ya with the slow
With the Plug of two scoops)

Mr miyag' never did dip for Dove
Bootleggers my legs and, grit about a hug
And who gets the Motts, I knots by the chance
I rain dance, I rain dance
But stepping just a bit I
Don't need another shadow
Makes makes, 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
Makin London bridges fall, so check it
I bring a point to the joints
That we change and chop
But we could bring it back to the beatbox!

Biz Markie beatboxes

I'm Posdnous Plug Wonder, plotter
Serenade her cause I got a, record
When in the womb I was naked, now I
Chill with latex cause of how I, enter
The black wood without a splinter, proving
I had the chills what helps in moving, asses
Saw the light cause I got glasses, so we
Sip the cappucino slowly
(I'sah makes big money, I drive big) cars
Serve the bubble like a bar, tender
When in flight like a sender, lace
Sticks of dynamite on bass, head
(Lace the shoe until he dead)
Run! Cause the cop is gonna come
Diss my Plug style
So they can kiss my, grit's
Hold my balls without a mitt, grab
The mouthpiece to talk the dag, nabbit
I keeps goin like that rabbit, rico-
-chet a dame I need a Snicker, satis-
-fy the Norman to the Gladys, Knight
My glasses help me see the light, so we
Sip the cappuccino slowly (In life
It's what you see is usually whatcha) get
Won't take a Drag-without-a-Net, known
(To put the rhythm in the bone)
Marrow, laid the pipe to please Cari-lou
(I don't know) if it's true
That's a fumble
Well, catch a fever from the jungle
Chocolate, nubian girls flock to it, sweets
And if I can't sample beats, get the
Beatbox equipped with the, dirt
Biz Mark and Doug E works, fine
Mase work the wheel I tangle lines, HARK
The light is thirsty in the dark, so we
Beatbox i'll beatbox

It's like I saw it in the
River but my M wasn't fixed
Super heavy like a Chevy pump a Maseo mix
I had some screams in my pockets
And played it kinda hush and did the outs
(got to check out, the avenue)
I peeped the Zoah 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 your settlement G's
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 beatbox!

(Yo who, I don't know who was on the mic, man
This thing smells awful here, man)