Osinachi Nwaneri - Like a Dream lyrics

[Chorus: Lil' Kal + possibly others] It's like a dream, you can say what you wanna say about me But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah Cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney [Verse One: Biz Markie] It's the M-zah, A-ah, R-zah, K-ah Like the internet, I am here to stay-ah Been a long time, I know it's been years Oops! I did it again, like Britney Spears Like The Matrix and Keanu Reeves Ringed around the collar and doo doo on the sleeves I'm explosive like dynamite I should be on "Entertainment Tonight" Or "Access Hollywood" or "Soul Train" I'm so on fire, I fart propane Don't use Rogaine, got a head full of hair Cause the brother on the mic is so debonnaire I'm so cool, the Fonz say "EYY!" Cause I'm the best MC from around my way Never listen to what haters say I just stay focused like Kobe in L.A [Chorus] [Verse Two: Biz Markie] I'mma do it like I never have done it Never got drunk and never got blunted The Redox in my ear, they cost about a hundred If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it Super educated master rap techniquer Ill funk freaker every day of the week-ah Whether it's Kim, Agnes, Monique or Tamika My unique physique make 'em all weaker and weaker Cause I'm hung, like Mighty Joe Young They all get sprung, from the joy that I brung I drive a Hummer, I'm hot like Donna Summers I'm one of the first human (rum-a-pum pummers) No matter what they say, I always sound flyer Than anyone you heard, or even de-sired Yes it's me, I'm the Original B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I with the E [Chorus] [Verse Three: Biz Markie] The beat don't stop 'til everybody's gone I'm old school like a bag of Bon Ton Like the Mary Jane Girls I go "All Night Long" Hit you in the head like El Kabong My style is masculine, far from feminine I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and 'em I don't know what you came to do I came to rock the house for you From sunny California to Kalamazoo! Been rockin parties since ninety-two I know you heard that Reality Bites But I'm liver than the show called "Saturday Night" I stay on, it looks like city lights Chicks cling on me like ballerina tights Like Minute Mouse and Courageous Cat You can't beat that with a baseball bat! [Chorus]