Fu Schnickens

Fu Schnickens - True Fuschnick lyrics

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We got a million styles that we compile
 That we can play with
 I'm a True  what? I am a True Fushnick
 Repeat 3X
 So sit  Buddah  sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
 I'm a rowdy roddy piper I flash my dread sherlock Holmes
 The thicker the richer the bigger the dread
 So I don't need no honeycomb
 So eeney  meeney  miney  mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
 Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's about to flow
 The super the cola the fraja the listic expialadope Chip
 When the mic is gripped in ridobidobip bip da be bong de dang, Bo!
 Cuz worries and boderations when i raps it up again and again But not
 with the same FU style I'm wicked and wild and versatile
 When the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your
 while
 Pause for the cause stop make way hurry up
 Here I come come come
 My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in other words
 They're not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
 Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run come follow me man
 Put it by one phenomenon huminahumina I'm not done
 Me-oh-me oh my hello hello hi
 I'm not Huckleberry Finn I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
 Don't bother i
 So Fe hello hifi Fu fo, i make shapes with Pay-dough re me
 Near far then I will stitch sew Lipton Tea bo Tae Kwon Do
 Lyrics are bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling,
 bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,
 bubbling til' they're boiled
 So don't drink the milk, Why? Cause it's rotten in other words it's
 spoiled
 So don't say drats, drats double or triple or quadruple drats
 Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G jumping Jehosphats
 Some mic's rhymes ain't saying jack nor Jill
 and of my styles they peak-a-boo o what I
 doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy FU
 So peace to his FU, peace to the FU
 And a true FU, Poc Fu, is what I dub you
 I'm a True, what I am a True Fuschnick
 Repeat 3X
 So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
 Rock n' roll, rock'n roll!
 What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick some soul
 I'll be a braveman like Captain Caveman
 Unga bunga, yapple-daple
 oh, snap! Holy batfu, it's an apple
 The capital P.O.C. is on a fliptop so hip, hip hooray
 Move out my way
 Check out what I cockadoodle doo
 See it's true I needed psychiatric help
 When I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate belt
 Then at last suffering succotash I waste no more time
 Used my noodle yankee doodle came up with a rhyme
 That was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
 Damn! it's hittin' hard
 That's word to Jerry Cooney
 Knocking heads off shoulders rippin' em clean
 you can even ask iddy (why?) he know what I mean
 Cuz I'm a
 I'm a True, what? I am a True Fuschnick
 Repeat 3X
 So sit, Buddah sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
 Moc's on wax grip, this ain't no demo
 Don't even try to flex or uck-fay with my
 Mental contender, Apollo
 Time for training, jack
 Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian Mack
 In fact I will attract, shock shit, a True Fuschnick
 Classified as I crop to the crip
 Not a gimmick to the limit, upset, confused,
 you gotta want
 From the excess food called waste
 But a taste of oriental True Fu
 No haste as I pace
 Gogoo gogoo, nanoo-nanoo
 Styles that'll have you becomin' a Fuschnick too
 Psyche!
 Wait a minute, you thought that I was finished
 Beginnin' in a hum endin' in a beat drum
 Beat?
 You like it, it's comin' from the Tribe, side by side
 Third stage is the Moc
 Unifying lyrics until my tongue drops
 Considered as an mc klepto
 Techniques could be beat, you think so?
 Hell, no!
 Romp and rage upon the scene like a lyrical
 Ninja master
 Crazy zany voiced out styles
 that had ya in a dimension as I mentioned
 A True Fu steppin'
 All attention to the Micken
 Styles that I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never flippin
 Asian that is hittin' hard until my cup runneth over
 Like a boulder never told ya
 The M.O. was in control of
 Oriental styles to compile or get with
 Fiend as I hold the mic with a tight grip
 Slipped!
 Ha, ha, ha!
 That's what you get when you mess around with a True Fuschnick
 I'm a True, what? I am a True Fuschnick
 Repeat 3X
 So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles should we kick
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Copyrights:

Author: Ali Shaheed Muhammad

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

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