[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"
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!"