Biz + P. Diddy
And you don't stop
And you can't stop

P. Diddy Yeah, yeah - I like this

B-I-Z If you
Diddy If you
B-I-Z Wanna know
Diddy Wanna know
B-I-Z The real deal, about the Biz
Diddy A-say what, a-say what?
B-I-Z Well I'm the Biz Markie
Diddy And I'm the P. Diddy
B-I-Z So you know what time it is
Diddy A-come on
B-I-Z If you
Diddy If you
B-I-Z Wanna know
Diddy Wanna know
B-I-Z The real deal, about the Biz
Diddy A-say what?
Diddy And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy
Diddy And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT

P. Diddy
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!

Biz Markie
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 MAAAAAAN!"

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But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone

Biz Markie
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 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 (yeah yeah)
Made Beretta go get her (yeah yeah)
Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (yeah yeah)
Go change they sweaters (yeah yeah)
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-ohhhh"

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Biz Markie
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!"

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sung ad libs before a quick fadeout