Take It From The Top

Lyrics for Take It From The Top

Huh? Yo, this is funky We gon' get down to the point And I'm just gonna say I'd like to thank my man Rashad But we gon' get down like this And ya don't stop Uh to Twinkle, rock the house And my man Diamond Shell, rock the house Can't forget my man Saul, rock the house And, Fellafel, rock the house I can't forget, Capital, rock the house My man Capital T, will rock the house And to my man B, rock the house And, my man Frankie, rock the house I can't forget Duke G, rock the house And my man Cool V, rock the house Y'all, to the beat y'all, ya don't stop I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound And right about now, here's the countdown One, two, one, two, three Yo B take it from the top Yo B take it from the top (Say what?) Yo B take it from the top Yo B take it from the top (Well) Well I demand respect, so everybody salute And by the way, backspin, is my attribute You may or may not, know who I am But frankly my dear, I don't give a damn You may know me from rockin' with Biz Markie Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky You mighta seen me in some videos with other folks Sittin' on a bench while me and Biz was tellin' mother jokes The meaning of my name some people may try to guess Yes I'm fresh to the flesh, so let me manifest I make romance, I'm not a freelance I spin records, bitch I don't breakdance I scoop girls around the world that's what B does The name Backspin means that B was Born, as a creative, cut king Supreme poet, inferior to nothing Call me the teacher, since I'm the one who taught you What's that? My dick! Caught you! I'm signin' off because my rhyme's complete I say peace to Chancellor Avenue and Bergen Street Yo Cap take it from the top Yo Cap take it from the top (Say what?) Yo Cap take it from the top Yo Cap take it from the top (Well) Well get a grip and, yeah the Capital's rippin' More than just a ordinary style cold flippin' Those that attempt to diss, or try to take this Title away, what? I think ya better forget it Pip pat this jack, get off of the crack black It's the true fact that, your record hit the pillow sack And now you're wondering, how to make a comeback But don't make me laugh, your studio's a two track Biz hits the bassline, then I rip the real line Together it's confined and designed to a master rhyme A little touch from Cool V himself An overnight process then it's ready for the shelves Perfection on wax is made Then bring it to the radio and let it get played There's no joke and only time to get fanatical So listen up and pay attention to the Capital I'm done with the rhyme for the time, so you can have 'em Hey yo guys, why don't you throw somethin' funky at 'em? Yo Shell take it from the top Yo Shell take it from the top (Say what?) Yo Shell take it from the top Yo Shell take it from the top (Well) Y'all know me as the original D Like to the I say what the A and hey bust this M-O-N-D, I grab the mic and recite rhymes in your left ear It's always def and different never somethin' from the previous years I'm quite slim, but rougher than a pair of Timbs The Diamond Shell will never trip, stagger, fall, or bend I don't smoke and never ever have I drank no liquor Bein' smooth keeps my rhyme style, that much quicker So yo hey chief, bust this technique 'Cause speak I feel is chic and also rather unique I'm smooth as canal wine, you can't deny I'm innovative with style, and bound to hit prime time soon As I tour from Kalamazoo to the moon Give props to the rapper, the brother dresses dapper Than Dan 'cause I'm the man I like to make your toes tap With the, funky type of flow, I'm smooth as a Lambo- Dini I dream a genie her hands on my jams so Once but not twice, this brother's precise When it comes to snakin' girls I get as crooked as loaded dice Pullin' women can't no man compete I nut 'em all from the Great Wall down to Wall Street, so Yo Fell take it from the top Yo Fell take it from the top (Say what?) Yo Fell take it from the top Yo Fell take it from the top (Well) Ready for the ride, I rip rap rapacious Crews don't slip, you're payin' penalty slashes Clashes crashes, but I crash ass off Ravish the mic, and then, I'ma pass all Hard to handle run a gamble like Vegas But I never lost the force be runnin' wages Of pages, and pages, biters think I'm Cajun Spiced 'cause I'm so nice and eighteen is my ages Rappers crumble when I tackle they crackle I ramshackle Don't even know why they waste time on the packle Of nine 'cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles Stress the word, so you know I live trifle MC's, metamorphosize to dodgers Days from my faze and my praise is like a Raja I reckon, that crews that step over this way Think life is a game and they just too pissed to play Some say, on mics I'm a master A snatcher, a catcher, a very well matcher But crews better know that I hit like after Effects who's next I wreck from now to then And then when the then come, I'ma go hit again Like rat-a-tat-tat-a-ta-tickity and dick a whore So every move I make I make sure, it's riggy diggy raw Biz Markie's the original Every type of CD, yo I got material I was just kickin' funky records for you 'Cause I'm down with the rhythm of a puh one two Singin', on records, I get respected It don't matter to me 'cause you know that I'm connected With B and V, Biz Mark and Vaughn Down to recollect and then jet, to the break of dawn Discombobulate, sentence ain't complete Unless I go whoa-oh-oh-oh -cough- on beat Zip zop, a zig a la zacka doo ga za No matter what I say, I always come out fly Because my records get respected as I like jettin' You will agree it's me 'cause you know I'm inventin' A different kind of rhythm of rhymin' state That's why you like everything I create Pickin' boogers, the rapist, just a friend That's just some of the things you can comprehend So just check it, MC's wreck it You're dissin' to the Biz Markie, don't disrespect it Just listen!