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Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye<br />(3x)<br /><br />Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause<br />I'm about to rip this psalm<br />When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like<br />Bombs from Vietnam<br />Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet<br />Lyrics I lick with my tongue<br />And rhymes I nymn with my teeth<br />This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies<br />You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up<br />In these books and scrolls that I unfold<br />The knowledge I use does make me bold<br />The intelligence in my system<br />Converts itself and becomes wisdom<br />Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and calypso<br />Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop<br />That's the real true thing and a natural fact<br />This lyrical man you can't hold me back<br />From the red, the white, and also the black<br />Island, which is my land, my place of birth<br />You can tell by the tongue that's swung<br />And the lyrical structure in me verse<br />So all MC's don't cross this border<br />Cause by now you should know sort of<br />Lyrically wise but now I despise<br />All youth that's out of order<br />Don't try to test any of the Schnikens<br />Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'<br />The beatin' and the lickin'<br /><br />Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye<br />(3x)<br /><br />You two-facety, you can't face me<br />And my rhymes you'll bite and learn<br />Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm<br />Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them<br />That me big boutcha under roots and culture<br />And the bad bull in the pen<br />Because when I grip the mic (yes, man)<br />All MC's they do stop yes and hush<br />Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch<br />With these lyrical styles of such<br />And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece<br />Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief<br />Please don't bite yes or thief<br />C-H-I-P FU is my name, it will stay just the same<br />Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage<br />And drop rhymes just the same<br />Quote for quote, note for note, did you comphrehend<br />So jack it up and pull it up operator<br />Wheel and come again<br />Cause MC's try these rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's<br />But a wanna-be's not what I want to be<br />See the FU-Schnickens have to be<br />The true prophets free<br />Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies<br />We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity<br />Me, a rastafarian, no not me but I do stun<br />I'm not faking Jamacian, so all MC's you better run<br />Because Mr. Chip FU man a come<br />And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes<br />A de hartical don<br />True me full up a style and me wicked and wild<br />With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb<br />And capsize it in a noun<br />Uno better give I and I respect<br />When this Trinidadian I come<br />Sing out<br /><br />Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye<br />(3x)<br /><br />Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three<br />Come follow me<br />POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache<br />See I'm the C the H the I the P<br />Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G<br />The M the O, yes and the C<br />And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D<br />I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity<br />But wait, let me get set not to sweat<br />But to get something straight<br />All MC's come out with good styles<br />And all of them do sound great<br />But ring the alarm and don't stay calm<br />Because I won't procrastinate<br />These lyrical styles that I compile<br />To preach and teach and educate me<br />A new jack brother (who's that)<br />When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat<br />On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct<br />Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect<br />So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak<br />Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up<br />The mic because I'll break up<br />MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim<br />You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern<br />So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought<br />Which was taught to one and another<br />All slack MC's better ring the alarm<br />In other words, run for cover
New song lyrics
Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye<br />(3x)<br /><br />Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause<br />I'm about to rip this psalm<br />When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like<br />Bombs from Vietnam<br />Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet<br />Lyrics I lick with my tongue<br />And rhymes I nymn with my teeth<br />This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies<br />You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up<br />In these books and scrolls that I unfold<br />The knowledge I use does make me bold<br />The intelligence in my system<br />Converts itself and becomes wisdom<br />Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and calypso<br />Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop<br />That's the real true thing and a natural fact<br />This lyrical man you can't hold me back<br />From the red, the white, and also the black<br />Island, which is my land, my place of birth<br />You can tell by the tongue that's swung<br />And the lyrical structure in me verse<br />So all MC's don't cross this border<br />Cause by now you should know sort of<br />Lyrically wise but now I despise<br />All youth that's out of order<br />Don't try to test any of the Schnikens<br />Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'<br />The beatin' and the lickin'<br /><br />Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye<br />(3x)<br /><br />You two-facety, you can't face me<br />And my rhymes you'll bite and learn<br />Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm<br />Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them<br />That me big boutcha under roots and culture<br />And the bad bull in the pen<br />Because when I grip the mic (yes, man)<br />All MC's they do stop yes and hush<br />Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch<br />With these lyrical styles of such<br />And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece<br />Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief<br />Please don't bite yes or thief<br />C-H-I-P FU is my name, it will stay just the same<br />Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage<br />And drop rhymes just the same<br />Quote for quote, note for note, did you comphrehend<br />So jack it up and pull it up operator<br />Wheel and come again<br />Cause MC's try these rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's<br />But a wanna-be's not what I want to be<br />See the FU-Schnickens have to be<br />The true prophets free<br />Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies<br />We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity<br />Me, a rastafarian, no not me but I do stun<br />I'm not faking Jamacian, so all MC's you better run<br />Because Mr. Chip FU man a come<br />And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes<br />A de hartical don<br />True me full up a style and me wicked and wild<br />With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb<br />And capsize it in a noun<br />Uno better give I and I respect<br />When this Trinidadian I come<br />Sing out<br /><br />Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye<br />(3x)<br /><br />Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three<br />Come follow me<br />POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache<br />See I'm the C the H the I the P<br />Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G<br />The M the O, yes and the C<br />And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D<br />I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity<br />But wait, let me get set not to sweat<br />But to get something straight<br />All MC's come out with good styles<br />And all of them do sound great<br />But ring the alarm and don't stay calm<br />Because I won't procrastinate<br />These lyrical styles that I compile<br />To preach and teach and educate me<br />A new jack brother (who's that)<br />When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat<br />On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct<br />Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect<br />So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak<br />Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up<br />The mic because I'll break up<br />MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim<br />You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern<br />So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought<br />Which was taught to one and another<br />All slack MC's better ring the alarm<br />In other words, run for cover
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