Stone Age

[Intro]

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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