Marley Marl — We Write the Songs

[Intro: Biz Markie] Give me the beat, boy This is funky Yo, it's just me and Heavy D in the house I can't forget my man Marley Marl, haha, hey I got Keith and Shawn right next to me with the jewelry I'd like to send this out to my man, Cool V Who you wanna send out to? DJ Eddie F, Trouble T-Roy, and my man G-Wiz up in the money-earnin' I can't forget Big Daddy Kane And my whole crew, Cool Joe Brown from Centereach And we gon' do a little something like this Like what? [Verse 1: Biz Markie & Heavy D] I'm the original B-I-Z Mark Buyin' a record like collecting put ya body in the park This is a little something for the Juice Crew From Hev and the Boyz and Biz and DJ's one-two This is a little something from Biz Markie To make you get up and D-A-N-C-E That's why I made this one just for you To do the Heavy D Shake and the Biz Dance, too Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau And the stuff that I be saying is always thorough That's why I'm here to introduce a doo-doo-def rap To make your hands clap, feet tap I'm like the diabolical scientist mystified To send extra-crazy super-like funky vibes 'Cause I always come up with stuff nobody else does That's why they call me The Inhuman Orchestra, 'cause The Heavy D, say hi, hey, yo, what you wanna know? I wanna know if you can rock the disco show [Verse 2: Heavy D] Now, yes, on the smooth tip, the Overweight Lover I'm on your radio and on your magazine cover I drink Coca-Colo, remain the rhyme solo Always wear Nike, once in a while I sport Polo Before I go to bed I drink my milk and eat cookies Never liked school, so I used to play hooky New jacks in rap, I choose to call 'em rookie Your choice is the Heavy D voice, now you can boogie Emcees think I'm new to this, they must be dizzy 'Cause on the microphone, Hev'll keep the crowd busy Nothing in the world could ever stop my groove The Overweight Lover's in the house, and I can get smooth [Chorus: Biz Markie & Heavy D] We write the songs that make the whole world sing (Hahaha, hey) We write the songs to all crazy things We write the songs that make the emcees cry Me and Heavy D, we write the songs, we write the songs [Verse 3: Biz Markie & Heavy D] So party people in the place, without further adieu The S-K B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I-E is for you Well I'm Long Island's number one with the rhymes I invent Say, spit the story out to all you ladies and gents L.I.'s number one master of funk for all you ladies Guaranteed to rock the mic and take out all you emcees That's why you hear me rockin' as one of the best I come first place and end ya contest With the bass in your face that you'll appreciate I'm known as the living legend and the all-time great You know other emcees are in a hell of a predicament They go against the S-K Biz Markie in this tournament I go to a party, I am a spectator When you battle me, I am Darth Vader I'm psyching all your ladies in the place for a ten Then all you do, chill in the room for the money you spent I came here to ride beats for your satisfaction Biz Markie and Heavy D is the special attraction When I came to the door you pay ten ducats If you battle me I take you out to— Brotha bad and rockin' off for any kinda wreck Can get the girls so hot they want to get naked I'm super-duper emcee and I'm educated 1982, the year I graduated Heavy D, say hi, yo, what you wanna know? I wanna know if you, I wanna know if you I wanna know if you can rock the show [Verse 4: Heavy D, Biz Markie, Heavy D & Biz Markie] Mother, have mercy on those who cursed me I wreck for respect But first me and Biz Markie's gonna dance a little So eat your tender vittle (Oops) I mean your chicken little, yo, can I get a little? Microphone check one-two and three, an' I am Heavy D and he's the B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I-E an' For better, for worse, but not forgotten Always fresh, never stale or even rotten So Biz Markie, say hi, hi, what you wanna know? I wanna know if you can rock like the disco show [Chorus: Biz Markie & Heavy D] We write the songs that make the whole world sing (Uh, uh) We write the songs to all the crazy things (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh) We write the songs that make the emcees cry We write the songs, we write the songs [Outro: Heavy D & Biz Markie] A-diddley-diddley-diddley-hey, y'all, hey, uh Gimme the beat, boy, fi save my soul Gwan talk a likkle rock and roll And we can slip away, ayy, ya (Rasta) Rapper Heavy D, lord have mercy, let dem sing, uh Gimme a beat, boy, fi save my soul Gwan talk a little rock and roll And we can slip away, hey, geez, sounds crazy Ah, lord have mercy, gwan, God have mercy Don't you curse me Biz Mark rep inside Jersey Come from Mount Vernon Yo, I'd like to thank all the radio stations out there playin' our record Like y'all in California, Texas, Chicago and all 'em Plus they're reppin' in all the coasts, hahahahaha What do you got to say, Hev? (Downtown, uptown) No matter where you're from, we must come as one Biz Mark and Heavy D hope to have fun now Hey, and we'd like to end it off like this Yeah, I'm gonna end it off like this, check it out, check it out We write the songs they play