Lyrics In the Hands of the Gods - Morcheeba, Biz Markie

In the Hands of the Gods

I’m the drunk dance rocker
But don’t drink Vodka
Never sang a song called Frere Jacques
Rap rhyme schooler
Composition Ruler
In seventh grade I had teacher named Mr. Dooler
I’m very unique and you will agree-ah
One in a million like Mohamed and Aaliyah
A self-believer
An over-achiever
Have more stunts than Coronel Seavers
Ain’t no other like B-I-Z
M-A-R, K-I with the E
Hang at the Rucker
Got a Hummer Truck-ah
Wouldn’t trade the busy-boy cuz I’m no sucker
I’ll be bouncing like a ball
When I say, «Yes, Y’all.»
If you don’t rock with me you won’t rock at all
So check me out
With out no doubt
I’m guaranteed to rock and turn the party out!
We gonna do right…
I’m on
Like popcorn
Like a Saturday nite at the Autobahn
Listen to the Brother
Ain’t no other can mess with
The man with the plan
With the most finesse
I make you scream
And I’ll make you dance
I’m guaranteed to rock the mike
And put you all in a trance
So listen to the Brother
Ain’t no other can stutter
(unintelligable) «ah- whadda a-whadda ah-rock, rock»
MC-Butter
The man to do the «Up, a one-two,»
Or «ah hah hah hah hah»
I rock with you
So listen to me
Cuz I’m THE
Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I
Out with the E!
BABE
I’m guaranteed to rock and turn the party out!
BABE