Biz Marquis by Stik Figa and Rob Viktum Lyrics
[Chorus]
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
[Verse One]
Wood on the wheel
Leather on the seat
Get it how you live
However, you eat
All about the fetti
The cheddar, the cheese
How much is enough
And can you measure your greed
It's, funk in my city
It's, never been sweet
It's, funk in my city
It's, never been peace
It's, whatever, whatever
They be lettin' 'em bleed
Your mama, cousin and sister
And six separate degrees
Get it out the mud
Keep the pepper in reach
Sorry, I'm something that the suckas
Never could be
The rest of the geeks
With your clever deceit
No jeffin' with the suckas
'cause what do they bring
Got your elbows on the table
Done pulled up a seat
Loosened up they belt
Puttin' up they feet
Ain't put nothing down
But want to look at receipts
Just clearin' they plates
And then lickin' 'em clean
[Chorus]
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
[Verse Two]
I'm like Biz Markie
In a Grand Marquis
Need my name in all caps
On the grand marquee
These boys talking Hi-Tech
Like Marques Brownlee
On Friday like Craig
"Can you hear my heartbeat?"
But, hold your applause
I got prominent flaws
Truthfully all I want is correspondence with God
Head in the clouds
Inhalin' and then cough up the smog
I'm just an Ol' Dirty Bastard whose product is raw
Drippin' a sauce
Taught a little bit about a lot
A little knowledge goes a long way
A lot ya flaw
Following my intuition
Cause I know you're lost
Give a lot of yourself and don't consider what it cost
My debts ain't paid off
The sins wage is death
Stopped asking for these favors and bouncing your rain checks
So when the flood came
I made sure that I stayed fresh
Can't drown in the hype
So it's exit stage left
Gone!
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
[Verse One]
Wood on the wheel
Leather on the seat
Get it how you live
However, you eat
All about the fetti
The cheddar, the cheese
How much is enough
And can you measure your greed
It's, funk in my city
It's, never been sweet
It's, funk in my city
It's, never been peace
It's, whatever, whatever
They be lettin' 'em bleed
Your mama, cousin and sister
And six separate degrees
Get it out the mud
Keep the pepper in reach
Sorry, I'm something that the suckas
Never could be
The rest of the geeks
With your clever deceit
No jeffin' with the suckas
'cause what do they bring
Got your elbows on the table
Done pulled up a seat
Loosened up they belt
Puttin' up they feet
Ain't put nothing down
But want to look at receipts
Just clearin' they plates
And then lickin' 'em clean
[Chorus]
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
My, back on the wall
I, never retreat
Takin', shit on the chin
Boy, that never was me
Ain't, put nothin' down
But, you'd rather critique
Guess you, better than me
Guess you, better than me
[Verse Two]
I'm like Biz Markie
In a Grand Marquis
Need my name in all caps
On the grand marquee
These boys talking Hi-Tech
Like Marques Brownlee
On Friday like Craig
"Can you hear my heartbeat?"
But, hold your applause
I got prominent flaws
Truthfully all I want is correspondence with God
Head in the clouds
Inhalin' and then cough up the smog
I'm just an Ol' Dirty Bastard whose product is raw
Drippin' a sauce
Taught a little bit about a lot
A little knowledge goes a long way
A lot ya flaw
Following my intuition
Cause I know you're lost
Give a lot of yourself and don't consider what it cost
My debts ain't paid off
The sins wage is death
Stopped asking for these favors and bouncing your rain checks
So when the flood came
I made sure that I stayed fresh
Can't drown in the hype
So it's exit stage left
Gone!