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Ring The Alarm - FU-Schnickens

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

I don't wanna stay calm cause

I'm about to rip this psalm

When the mic is gripped my lyrics

Do split up like

Bombs from Vietnam

Cause I'm sweet neat

I don't romp or skinteet

Lyrics I lick with my tongue

And rhymes I nymn with my teeth

This lyrical prophet you can't stop this

From the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet

From the words spoken and broken up

In these books and scrolls that I unfold

The knowledge I use does make me bold

The intelligence in my system

Converts itself and becomes wisdom

Born in Trinidad not Tobogo

Land of steel pan and calypso

Cyop is a buck

And a buck is a cyop

That's the real true thing

And a natural fact

This lyrical man you can't hold me back

From the red the white

And also the black

Island which is my land

My place of birth

You can tell by the tongue

That's swung

And the lyrical structure in me verse

So all MC's don't cross this border

Cause by now you should know sort of

Lyrically wise but now I despise

All youth that's out of order

Don't try to test any of the Schnikens

Cause I'm not done

With the lyrical boxin'

The beatin' and the lickin'

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

You two-facety you can't face me

And my rhymes you'll bite and learn

Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance

Just like a bookworm

Chip FU then you will extend

And show all the youth them

That me big boutcha under roots

And culture

And the bad bull in the pen

Because when I grip the mic

(yes man)

All MC's they do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch any mic I brush

Any mic I clutch

With these lyrical styles of such

And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece

Lyrics never cease then a piece

I'll unleash and make it brief

Please don't bite yes or thief

C-H-I-P FU is my name

It will stay just the same

Give me any mic on stage

In a rage I'll engage

And drop rhymes just the same

Quote for quote note for note

Did you comphrehend

So jack it up and pull it up operator

Wheel and come again

Cause MC's try these rastafarianic raps

And sound like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not what I want to be

See the FU-Schnickens have to be

The true prophets free

Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies

We thee untouchable matchable

Stoppable MC's for unity

Me a rastafarian no not me

But I do stun

I'm not faking Jamacian

So all MC's you better run

Because Mr Chip FU man a come

And me sitdong pon de riddim

Sitdong pion de vibes

A de hartical don

True me full up a style

And me wicked and wild

With peer pattern watch

How me chat it in a verb

And capsize it in a noun

Uno better give I and I respect

When this Trinidadian I come

Sing out

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Ring the alarm

Another sound is dying whoa aye

Phenomenon one phenomenon two

Phenomenon three

Come follow me

POC FU's the rough-neck chicken

And I'm the wild Apache

See I'm the C the H the I the P

Down with the P the O the C

The K the U the N the G

The M the O yes and the C

And when the M the I the C

Is in my H the A-N-D

I preach and teach

And educate all ghetto youth about unity

But wait let me get set not to sweat

But to get something straight

All MC's come out with good styles

And all of them do sound great

But ring the alarm

And don't stay calm

Because I won't procrastinate

These lyrical styles that I compile

To preach and teach and educate me

A new jack brother (who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping

And scratching I did a chat

On tape on tape and cassette

You'll hear me live and direct

Yes and who never hear me yet

When you hear my voice it's perfect

So just pack up because

Your lyrics are weak when you speak

Don't step so just back up wake up

Take off the make-up

The mic because I'll break up

MC's limbs from limb slim me trim

You see me I don't follow no style

And I don't follow no pattern

So take head to this lesson

I bring or the lesson I brought

Which was taught to one and another

All slack MC's better ring the alarm

In other words run for cover