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Fu-Schnickens( Fu Schnickens )
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True Fushnick
Lyricist:Joseph A. Jones, Ali Shahe Jones-muhammad, Lennox Maturine, Roderick Roachford
I don't wanna grow up 'cuz I'm a True Fuschnick We got a million styles that we compile That we can play with
I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick So sit, Buddha, 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 goo belly go 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 bode rations 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 infos nos in other words
They're not soft son rocks it rigade ragamuffin say it backwards Aggarniffum so Abra Fu alacazam run come follow me man Put it by one phenomenon humina humina 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 till 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
Oh, what I do 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 Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick So sit, Buddha, sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
Rock an' roll, rock an' roll What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick some soul I'll be a brave man like Captain Caveman Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick So sit, Buddha 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 Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick I'm a true, what, I am a true Fushnick So sit, Buddha, sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
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