No Rubber, No Backstage Pass (Explicit)

No Rubber, No Backstage Pass (Explicit) - Biz Markie/Chubb Rock/Prince Paul

C'mon

Break it down

Rarrraaaahahhhh

What happened C'mon

What happened Ahhrrrahhh

Rrrrah

Now we got me

My man Chubb Rock over this Prince Paul beat

Yo Chubb you start it off we gonna freak it

C'mon

Here we go

To the consumer and the kids who drop rumors

For the man who sport Timberland and dash suede Pumas

I come backwards on stuff you don't deny

If you try to act fly then I'll punk you I and I

When I turn my ducats into Li Pao Yen

The gas from the past of the American friend

With your suits and your squads and your fancy car

Turn to bourgeoise to invade the media shame

Take it insult call me the Grape Ape

When I flow people gotta see the whole Ricki Lake

Ate every cuisine and scheme from Jamaica

I like Spike Lee's a kind of sporty 40 Acre

I gotta have it O J he gotta stab it

Stop dealin with that Cato Caelin kid the ** addict

If you missed me don't kiss me with the tongue

Soon to come is my man BizMark the one

La-dah-di la-dah-da I like to say

You know me as the inhuman orchestra

When you first heard me I did MEOW MEOW

Guaranteed to rock and shock and clock and

Oh I made you say ow yes

You hear me rockin you hear me clockin

You hear people jockin

Is it because I'm like smart like Mr Spock and

Captain Kirk and you know I'm workin

I'm bound to wreck your body go OWWW I go bezerk and

You always hearin you always clearin you always cheerin

Hey umm umm I'm dissapearin like Magic

I'm tragic all of a sudden

You Gotta Have It like Spike Lee hey you know me

As the Uh-riginal B I-Z the M the A

The ickaZarR-Kay I-E

I'm not diggedy Das EFX but I can mic check it

The original here to rock and get respected

I'm Markie heh the M-ahh-Zay-R-Kay

The man appointed rap King and I'm here to stay

I'm down to wreck your body I'm not here to scrub

I gotta pass it over to my man Chubb

From the glass clear era that's the point of the one

Be unique critique from the crumb me neva done

I check them then wreck them let them fall into my spectrum

Then the Punky Brewster kids they squeeze like rectum

I become monolithic then rip it the remains I sip it

My hat I tip it cheerio kid and here I go

Off beat slackin but the platinum mediocre rappers

With the corporate backers interfused to grab sag actors

The acoustic suits it the boys juiced it then boost it

It kinda Gravedigs well it should Prince Paul produced it

What about bourgeoise super star in unleaded fuel cars

Hangin in bars talkin the trife squads

Girls buckwild child in the rub-a-dub style

Every girl love oh Chubb Rock profile smile

At the camera point your gluttimus to the man

At the movie star to smack out with my rubber band

I can tell that you need me you don't want me to get paunchy

And me I don't want to catch no HIV

So we'll protect you and me but mainly me

If you don't want no rubber then P-E-A-C-E