Make the Music with Your Mouth, Biz (Best Of)

Ah, one, two, ah, one, two

Ah, one, two, ah, one, two

I'd like to introduce myself

My name is, ah, Biz Markie

Well, I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie

Makin' music orderly is my specialty

When I go "ah, one, two", girls get excited

When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em

I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow

And I can play rappin' records and all disco

Like Beat It, Billie Jean, by Michael Jackson

Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call Action

When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed

It's the brand new thing they call the human beatbox craze

(Make the music with your mouth, biz)

(Make the music with your mouth, biz)

(Make the music with your mouth, biz)

Well I don't just do the beatbox, I rock on the mic

And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like

I get the crowd jumpin, get the girl's hearts pumpin'

All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin'?"

Rock from New York City all the way down South

Sayin' rhymes and makin music, with my mouth

I'ma tell you party people how I began

It started when I'm livin in Long Island

Hey, when I was a kid I used to play in the streets

Makin' sounds with my mouth, all sorts of beats

Grown people, used to say, "What?"

Grown people, used to say, "What's

Wrong with that kid makin that strange noise?"

It was like, for all the fly girls and all the homeboys

Then I tried it at a homeboy's basement party

They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me

When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is

They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz"

(Make the music with your mouth, Biz)

(Make the music with your mouth, Biz)

(Make the music with your mouth, Biz)

It may look and sound easy doin' the human beatbox

But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks

It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat

Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note

I like doin' it as a hobby or a job

People treat me like a star and surround me in the mall

It's not all the props, spittin', breathin' hard and doin'

You need practice, be ambitious in the schoolin'

Let me tell you party people, you gotta admit

Anything than you want you gotta work hard for it

That's why I like doin' sounds, that's hard to achieve

Makin' two or three sounds at one time you can't believe

When I walk down the street, people crowd around me

And say, "How you make all them sounds at one time Biz Markie?"

I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control

I've been doin it since fifteen years old

And everywhere I do it, the people say I'm good

I even get big respect in my own neighborhood

I'm tellin' you a fact, and just like it is

Even moms, pops and cops say, "What up, Biz?"

Everywhere I go, I always rocked the boat

Gonna end this rhyme, with this one note

Not gonna act conceited and say I'm the best

But I'm guaranteed to pass any kind of test

I say def rhymes, with funky fresh lyrics

When I do the beat the party people go into hysterics

(Make the music with your mouth, Biz)

(Make the music with your mouth, Biz)

(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-make the music with your mouth, Biz)

You heard the proceedin', now here's the sequel

All human beatboxes is not created equal

That's why I'm here, to say today

That I'm doin' my beat in a special way

Makin musical' tunes, orally, I have perspective

I'm very well known, and greatly respected

I like to thank people, without no doubt

Peace, hi, party people it's time to break out

Make the music, make the music

Make the music with your mouth

Make the music, make the music

Make the music with your mouth

Make the music, make the music

Make the music with your mouth

Make the music, make the music

Make the music with your mouth