Do Your Thang

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] want to know
[Diddy] want to 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] want to know
[Diddy] want to 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


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 MAAAAAAN!"

[Chorus]
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
But 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 history
Who didn't even have to are-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"

[Chorus]

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!"

[Chorus: x 2]