Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause I'm about to rip this When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up Bombs Vietnam
I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet Lyrics I lick my tongue And rhymes I with my teeth This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the Indies
You can tell I'm a prophet from the words spoken and broken up In books and scrolls that I unfold The I use does make me bold The in my system
Converts and becomes wisdom Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of pan and Calypso is a buck and a buck is a cyop That's the true thing and a natural fact
lyrical man you can't hold me back From the red, the white, and the black Island, which is my land, my of birth You can by the tongue that's swung
And the structure in me verse So all MC's cross this border 'Cause by now you know sort of Lyrically but now I despise
All that's out of order Don't try to any of the Schnickens 'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical The and the lickin'
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
You two-facety, you face me And my rhymes you'll and learn Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical just like a bookworm Chip FU, then you extend and show all the youth them
That me big under roots and culture And the bad in the pen Because when I the mic (Yes, man) All they do stop yes and hush
Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I With lyrical styles of such And if I do a lyrical masterpiece Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and it brief
Please don't yes or thief C H I P FU is my name, it will stay the same Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll And rhymes just the same
for quote, note for note, did you comprehend So jack it up and it up operator Wheel and again 'Cause MC's try these raps and sound like wanna-be's
But a not what I want to be See the FU-Schnickens to be The prophets free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies
We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do I'm not faking Jamaican, so all you better run Because Mr. FU man a come
And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong de vibes A de don True me full up a and me wicked and wild peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb
And it in a noun Uno better give I and I When this I come out
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three follow me POC FU's the 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 and teach and educate 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 do sound great
But ring the alarm and stay calm I won't procrastinate These lyrical styles I compile To preach and teach and educate me, a new brother (Who's that)
When you were at the parties rapping and I did a chat On tape, on and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my it's perfect So just pack up because your lyrics are weak you speak
Don't step so back up, wake up, take off the make-up The mic because break up MC's limbs limb, slim me trim You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no
So take head to this I bring or the lesson I brought Which was to one and another All slack MC's ring the alarm In other words, run for