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