Stone Age

[Intro] Watch this Beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox [Bridge: De La Soul, Biz Markie, Trugoy the Dove] A-mic test, one two Aww man, I check it better Whatcha mean Biz Markie? Whatcha mean Biz Mark? I hit the rhyme with the mayonnaise, that's what I mean Whatcha mean Biz Markie? Whatcha mean Biz Mark? Man, I got beats up my sleeve like you wouldn't believe Whatcha mean Biz Markie? Whatcha mean Biz Mark? With my (A-one two) I substitute about a loop So let me serve ya with the slow, with the Plug of two scoops [Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove] Mr. Miyag' never did dip for Dove Bootleggers my legs and, grit about a hug And who gets the Motts, I knots by the chance I rain-dance, I rain-dance But stepping just a bit I don't need another shadow Makes makes, is gonna be the new man's motto Don't increase the bull, because my pulley is broken And my belly is full It's a second I reckon on the bone and the ball Makin' London bridges fall, so check it I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop But we could bring it back to the beatbox [Verse 2: Posdnous, Biz Markie, Posdnous and Shortie No Mass] I'm Posdnous Plug Wonder, plotter Serenade her 'cause I got a, record When in the womb I was naked, now I Chill with latex 'cause of how I, enter The black wood without a splinter, proving I had the chills what helps in moving, asses Saw the light cause I got glasses, so we Sip the cappucino slowly (I'sah makes big money) (I drive big) Cars, Serve the bubble like a bar, tender When in flight like a sender, lace Sticks of dynamite on bass, head Lace the shoe until he dead Run, 'cause the cop is gonna come Diss my Plug style So they can kiss my, grits Hold my balls without a mitt, grab The mouthpiece to talk the dag, nabbit I keeps goin like that rabbit, rico- -chet a dame I need a Snicker, satis- -fy the Norman to the Gladys, Knight My glasses help me see the light, so we Sip the cappuccino slowly (In life, it's what you see is usually whatcha) Get Won't take a Drag-without-a-Net, known To put the rhythm in the bone Marrow, laid the pipe to please Cari-lou (I don't know) If it's true That's a fumble Well, catch a fever from the jungle Chocolate, nubian girls flock to it, sweets And if I can't sample beats, get the Beatbox equipped with the, dirt Biz Mark and Doug E. works, fine Mase work the wheel I tangle lines, HARK The light is thirsty in the dark, so we— [Break] Beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox I'll beatbox [Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove & Biz Markie] It's like I saw it in the river but my M wasn't fixed Super heavy like a Chevy pump a Maseo mix I had some screams in my pockets, and played it kinda hush And did the outs (Got to check out the avenue) I peeped the Zoah on the gimme-gimme, plus we hit the plat' Then the amps was on samps, the villains got fat The Natives went to neighbor then to (Nigga please) It's a hustle for a joint when your settlement G's But we still be on the wax because it acts like that We still be on the moves because it moves like that So there ain't no reason to don't stop 'Cause we can bring it back to the beatbox [Outro] Yo who—, I don't know who was on this mic, man This thing smells awful here, man