Lovely How I Let My Mind Float (feat. Biz Markie)

I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan, when my building– Nah, I'm not even going for that this time You got to kick that new stand–, you ain't been out for years Why you gon' be actin' like that on this track? Kick some old funk joint like this... ah! You know P-O-S-D-N-U-O-S Usually the reason for a cardiac arrest The back-off-you-silly-hardcore-wannabes Plugified a blow that ass from the ground like stacks of leaves (check the sleeves) Not a trick when sniffin' in my word 'cause (only practice makes a real jam) Heard I'm just a man without the mankind tan 'Cause my tan been sittin' in my DNA plan I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the parks in the Bronx Yet I still snap skulls in the dark I can raise mad hands in the sky without a tool Which requires a clip to play a nigga for a fool I be the blessed cheer for an upset ear Who had to hear "Say 'ho'" 40 times 'Cause I'm... (so fresh) Yep, you heard from the one of many queens Who dissed The Educated Rapper when I was just a teen Back then fame was just a dream But now I be the physical scream shoving speaks for weeks And as for the girls like the Crew that Crash, I adore So let's put the chorus to the floor Girls, girls, girls, girls, reach out and clap your hands I be the fabulous man, so just play the fabulous fan And bring the breeze, bring the breeze Gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) I gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) I gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) I gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) It's the Biz Markie as you can see You know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali That's why I rock the mic and I'm in control This is a rhyme dedicated to De La Soul I'm the EMAZA EMAZA EMAZA, A, A, R I'm the EMAZA EMAZA EMAZA, K, K I'm not Jack, Jill, Joe or the Marvin Gaye, ayy But hey, I rock the mic and I'll break your day The B-I-Z M-izza A-R-K-I-with the E And every record that I make I'm rockin' history Hey, you know me as the man that go "ah, ah, ah, oh" It don't matter 'cause you know I got pull I rock the microphone down, I'm rockin' Goddamn town I do with, do with, do with the funky sound Hey, hey, you know it's me, the R in the O-RI-GI-NAL-B The hip, the hop, I rock the microphone and I do, G Hey, they want me go crazy, they want me go nuts They want me rock the funky rhymes for the big ol' butts So, um, I got to do what I could what I could do 'Cause I'm down with the rhythm of the De La crew Native Tongue, gotta give a shout to my man Tip Bound to wreck your body and rock the shit So check me out without a doubt, you like the way That I could rock it to the rhythm with all the blasé EMAZA A, R, R r-izza K The man appointed rap king of rock break of day Hey, 'member in Long Island when I used to kick Yo, I gotta stop, gotta stop (rock) quick I gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) I gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) I gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) Gotta rock it, don't stop it (gotta rock it, don't stop) Hey, see ya tomorrow, it's the early bird Silly Chattanooga got the shits for your curb What's a million bucks if your life is disturbed? Who's in the shade if you're picking up the third? Listen, duck-duck goose, watch the cockle-do it loose 'Cause ain't no stiff behavin' when you're David Mister Party Maker but only to my peers You could say "My niggas" but daughter's open ears So put a sticker on it, and dig it, doggone it Respects to the Biz 'cause he is who he is Let me catch my pace, give me sugar, Mase Oh, you're just so ridiculous I gots to move it like a U-Haul, give me a call Seven-eight-nine, oh shit, that's my behind Lovely how I let my mind float Now I'ma take my badass home 'cause I'm a goat