Big Daddy Kane — Just Rhymin with Biz

[Intro: Biz Markie] Funky! Ready? Funky! Funky! Ahhh... One two, one two We came here to do the motherfuckin' do You and the crew Got my man Marley Marl in the house Can't forget my man, Lik, y'all in the house Got Fric and Frac in the house Hey-hey-hey, you got Big Daddy Kane in the house Juice Crew in the house That's right And my name is the Biz Markie And we gonna rock a little something like this... One, two, whatcha gonna do? I say yes, yes y'all, to the beat, all Party-havin' people guaranteed to be like havin' a ball H-h-h-hey, we gonna do a little somethin' like this, I say... [Verse 1: Biz Markie] I'm the rap promoter, I start to motor Tour from New York to South Dakota Drink ginger ale or root beer soda Never get the girls with the underarm odor Put me on water, I'm a good floater When I run for prez, you best be a voter Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda Or R2-D2 drivin' down the BQ When I buy franks, I make sure they're Hebrew When I entertain, and love to treat you Love to see a girl in a nightie that's see-through Take her to the crib, turn on the Beta Watch a good flick by Arnold Schwarzenegger Maybe "Commando" or "The Terminator" Peace, party people, ha ha, see you later Big Daddy, ha ha, my man my mellow Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat Jell-O [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane] Check it out, y'all You don't stop, keep on Well, it's the Kane in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Oh, you thought that I was rotten? Huh, I beg your pardon To me, gettin' paid and gettin' busy fall together So a man of my ambiance... never! Could I be weak, why, I'm rather unique I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique That I be usin' and not many can manage So a brother like me, I do damage Just by pickin' up the mic to go solo I cold turn a party on out, and oh, yo I get physical, mystical, very artistical Givin' party people somethin' funky to listen to That's why the other MC's can't swing long I stomp 'em out just like I was King Kong Steppin' on roaches, I get ferocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I go on and on and on and Until the bright Shirley Murdock morning 'Cause I'mma pimp, hear the primp, yes, the emp- -eror, bringin' much terror in your era I'm ready, willin' and I'm able, so bust a move Never use a barbershop, I got my homeboy Smooth Coolin' out with the clippers right around the way To keep my fresh Cameo cut every day Like that, y'all, it's like that, y'all It's like thata-the-that, it's like that, y'all 'Cause I'm the prosecutor, takin' a stand And, I'm cross-examinin' you, my man The judge and jury, releasin' my fury The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry You see, the name Kane is superior to many people It means King Asiatic Nobody's Equal I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good And if mics were a gun, I'd be Clint Eastwood And if rap was a game, I'd be MVP Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C Or if rap was a school, I'd be the principal Aw, fuck it! The Kane is invincible To be specific, I may die one day But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic It's a certain special skill that takes much practice I got it good, apparently you lack this So in turn, sit back and learn Listen close, this is for your own concern Let me show you exactly how it's properly done Lights, camera, action! A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also Cameo afro, Virgo, domino I go Rambo, gigolo, Romeo Friday night spend money on a ho- -tel, to get a good night's sleep, I'm keepin' in step Now, do I come off? Yep