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BizMarkie, Chubb Rock, Prince Paul

No Rubber, No Backstage Pass

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Intro: BizMarkieC`monBreak it downRarrraaaahahhhh!!What happened? C`mon!!What happened?? Ahhrrrahhh!!Rrrrah!Now we got meMy man Chubb Rock over this Prince Paul beatYo Chubb you start it off we gonna freak itC`monVerse One: Chubb RockHere we goTo the consumer, and the kids who drop rumorsFor the man who sport, Timberland and dash suede PumasI, come backwards on stuff you don`t denyIf you try to act fly then I`ll, punk you I and IWhen, I turn my ducats into Li Pao YenThe gas from the past of the American friendWith your suits and your squads and your fancy carTurn to bourgeoise, to invade the media, shameTake it insult, call me, the Grape ApeWhen I flow people gotta see the whole Ricki LakeAte, every cuisine and scheme from JamaicaI like Spike Lee`s a kind of sporty 40 AcreI gotta have it, O.J., he gotta stab itStop dealin with that Cato Caelin kid, the drug addictIf you missed me, don`t kiss me with the tongueSoon to come is my man BizMark the oneVerse Two: BizMarkieLa-dah-di, la-dah-da, I like to sayyou know me, as the inhuman orchestraWhen you first heard me I did MEOW MEOWGuaranteed to rock and shock and clock andoh, I made you say ow yesYou hear me rockin, you hear me clockinYou hear people jockinIs it because I`m like smart like Mr. Spock andCaptain Kirk and, you know I`m workinI`m bound to wreck your body, go OWWW, I go bezerk andYou always hearin, you always clearin, you always cheerinHey, umm, umm I`m dissapearin like MagicI`m tragic, all of a suddenYou Gotta Have It like Spike Lee, hey, you know meas the Uh-riginal B, I-Z, the M, the AThe ickaZarR-Kay, I-EI`m not diggedy Das EFX but I can mic check itThe original, here to rock and get respectedI`m Markie, heh, the M-ahh-Zay-R-KayThe man appointed rap King, and I`m here to stayI`m down to wreck your body, I`m not here to scrubI gotta pass it over, to my man ChubbVerse Three: Chubb RockFrom the glass clear era that`s the point of the oneBe unique, critique, from the crumb, me neva doneI check them then wreck them let them fall into my spectrumThen the Punky Brewster kids they, squeeze like rectumI become monolithic then rip it the remains I sip itMy hat I tip it, cheerio, kid and here I goOff beat slackin, but the platinum mediocre rapperswith the corporate backers interfused to grab sag actorsThe, acoustic suits it, the boys juiced it then boost itIt kinda Gravedigs, well it should, Prince Paul produced itWhat about bourgeoise, super star, in unleaded fuel carsHangin in bars, talkin the trife squadsGirls buckwild, child, in the rub-a-dub styleEvery girl love oh Chubb Rock profile, smileAt the camera point your gluttimus to the manAt the movie star to smack out, with my rubber bandI can tell that, you need me, you don`t want me to get paunchyAnd me, I don`t want to catch no HIVSo we`ll protect you, and me but mainly meIf you don`t want no rubber then P-E-A-C-E

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