And you don't stop   And you can't stop   Yeah, yeah I like this      If you   If you   Wanna know   Wanna know   The real deal, about the Biz   A-say what, a-say what?   Well I'm the Biz Markie   And I'm the P. Diddy   So you know what time it is   A-come on      If you   If you   Wanna know   Wanna know   The real deal, about the Biz   A-say what?   And that's comin' from me, the P. Diddy   And you know what time it is, right      So come on Diabolical   Don't stop and don't you dare quit   Just get on the mic, sit on the mic   Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!      When I get on the mic, I guarantee   There's no better MC than Biz Markie   Everything I say or anything I do   Will move yo' posse or your crew      When you me hear me say and what I play   Affects a lot of people in the strangest way   Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn   And I never miss a tag when it's my turn      'Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance   Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'   I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand   I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this man"      You can do your thang and any-thang you choose   But please, please, leave my thang alone   You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose   So please, please, leave my thang alone      I'm the court jester, the manifester   I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's   The rhymerator, the beat creator   Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato      The dime repeater, the MC greeter   Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater   The only MC in the history   Who didn't even have to R A P      The bum destroyer, I'm comin' for ya   Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer   Make James Brown get down   Made Beretta go get her   Made Laverne and Bill Cosby   Go change they sweaters      I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4   Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door   Rocked seven continents with all this flow   "And this is somethin' for the radi-oh "      You can do your thang and any-thang you choose   But please, please, leave my thang alone   You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose   So please, please, leave my thang alone      Got ladies screamin' stranje stranje   With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display   If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star   With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois      Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah   First car, I ever had was a Beamer   First girl, I ever had was a screamer   I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema      Put the party people in a state of shock   While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach   This is the end of this scenario   Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!"      You can do your thang and any-thang you choose   But please, please, leave my thang alone   You can do your thang and any-thang you choose   So please, please, leave my thang alone      You can do your thang and any-thang you choose   But please, please, leave my thang alone   You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose   So please, please, leave my thang alone      Leave my thang alone   You leave my thang alone   Leave my thang alone