Biz Markie feat. Erick Sermon Not a Freak Lyrics

Weekend Warrior Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Tear Shit Up
  • 3 Chinese Food
  • 4 Let Me See You Bounce
  • 5 Like a Dream
  • 6 Biz Clownin’ (interlude)
  • 7 Throw Back
  • 8 Friends
  • 9 Do Your Thang
  • 10 Country (interlude)
  • 11 Turn Back the Hands of Time
  • 12 Games
  • 13 Not a Freak
  • 14 Party to the Break‐a‐day
  • 15 Beatbox (interlude)
  • 16 For the DJ’z
  • 17 Get Down
  • 18 Ei Ya
  • In what? In stereo
    
    How long, until it's time to go? Baby doll
    It's the Biz Markie, and the Def Squad
    Oh see, we gotta do this again like this, check it out

    You keep on knockin' but you can't come in-ah
    My way of rhymin, 'cause you're a beginner
    You know with my flow, I bring the ill freak funker
    I'm so unforgettable like Archie Bunker
    I be catchin' wreck like my name was Randy Moss
    And always be flossin', my funky diamonds costin'
    My, my my repertoire
    Is so bizarre you go hardy har har

    My jingle bell-ah always Roc-a-fella
    Even if I go acapella it will still be a best seller
    I got super sperm, eat wheat germ
    Never had a cameo, never had a perm
    I'm not Billy Dee, or R. Kelly
    Or, Markie Dee or B.I.G.
    I'm a, little somethin' like Heavy D
    'Cause girls, ah girls they love me

    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self

    Yeah yo
    I'm that eighty-eight, "It's My Thing" rapper
    You that one year scream bling rapper
    Dapper than Dapper Dan, my interior's Gucci
    Overdosing, call me John Belushi
    Never liked Lucy and I beat Little Ricky
    Made him "Cry a River" like his name was Britney
    I rock gold chains, I never wore the platinum
    Unless records was jewelry and it come from rapping

    (Wow)
    Like the Diabolical Biz
    I'm followin' his style, how are you kids?
    This here is real, Mob Deep underground
    Take me to funky town, and drive around
    I hop out the Hummer, the same color as the truck
    Fake cats lookin' Biz like Hey whassup?
    I'm a vet, and never wore a green suit
    The only army is Def Squad, believe troop

    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self

    Ah, let's do it, let's do it
    Work your mind, put your body in-to it
    I rock the microphone, most definitely
    I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali
    I got mo' toys than Mr. Spock
    I put the party people in a state of shock
    Listen listen listen to the Emmezah-A
    Rrazah-K, always makin' your day
    Without further adieux for you and yours
    Luckier than a gambler throwin' 3's and 4's

    Just like pageantry
    That I could turn the party out, make the ladies scream
    With the with the whoa quick unpredictable
    Like Daffy Duck, I'm diss-pic-a-ble
    This is the end, and I'm lettin' you know
    I love it party people, but I got to go

    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
    I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self

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