Lyrics:
Wind
(of my Soul) " and I'm a hard headed woman
So I've been told yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears?
If
(Remember Pun?)
Yeah, check me out
(Remember Pun?)
Terror Squad
I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars
Face Triple Seis,
as long as it's groovy
Makes me laugh
Makes me smile for the world
Whenever I'm with you girl
While we dance
Make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that
the street, people crowd around me
And say, "how you make all those sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control
appointed over me
According to regulations and
The Uniform Code of Military Justice
So help me God
Land of the free, home of the brave
Land of the free, home
("just like music")
To keep me flowin and keep me goin
and keep me growin, and keep me the E from knowin
What happens out there, is not my concern
You
white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play
the Pepto
Simply making it out the ghetto don't make you successful
Baby the game is stressful, that pain'll make you let go
Of your hopes and your dreams,
par-ty
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,
sumpin'
Turn it up, make it pumpin'
Let's sing it real loud
Everybody get down
Backstreet, Britney, 'N Sync, Christine
Everybody talk about
Pop music
said,
'When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you'.
Well, father is dead,
Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
No
writing
And you can hear Mizz Beats is focused
Like I used to be, music's food to me
What can you prove to me
I'm still moving free thousand unit's
All my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the street, people crowd around me
And say, "how you make all those sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control
fly
See the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
And don't you have a worry in the world
Words and Music by Jack Williams
tryin', tryin', tryin')
(To get you under my pressure)
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
the bright lights on a stage
Your love, your love makes me brave
Your love makes me brave
You were like a solitary lamppost on a country road
And I stood
a girl and I liked it i liked it
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me
So
Music I've got the music in me
Music I've got the music in me
Music I've got the music in me
Ain't got no trouble in my life
No foolish dream to make
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
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