One, two, and you don't stop, you know what I'm sayin?
We got everybody in the house, you know what I'm sayin?
Yo, we gon' set it off like this
You don't stop, you don't
We got Fu-Schnicks in the house
And we got 40 Love is in the house
And we got Kung Regular is in the house
And we got B-Five is in the house
And we got Black Sheep is in the house
You know what I'm sayin?
We gon' start it off like this, yo, yo, yo
On the left, start it
On the right, start it
On the left, start it (Come on, come on)
On the right, start it
Check it out, check it, check it out
Check it out, check it, check it out
Check it out, check it, check it out
Check it out, check it, check it out
Yo, mines to be the final coalition Fu track
Facts to get phat, make Fu is on wax
Combined with the Asian sounds of one man
Brand of a new way, save unto one strand
The Oriental sea, C-O-B-D
Taxes, you can wax this unified tree
I did not never come from under the weather
Flow when I go through all types of endeavors
Get props when I rock, out like Ghost
Flow with the most, fully makin' words the host
So, 40 (What's up?)
Chillin' like champagne
Get on the mic and synchronize your game
Yo, one to the two to the three to the four
All I gotta do is walk through the fuckin' door
Just like Air Jordan, anytime I can score
After this, I think I'll go to the store
To get a cool one to cool my throat
I think I deserve it for the last note
Gettin' kind of chilly, let me get my coat
Instead of on a jet, yo, it's time to boat
So give me a spliff, not some coke and a smile
Rather go buck wild and do a little freestyle
If I flip the script, might have to go to trial
Tell the judge, "Yo, drop the crack vial"
So I fuck it up on the one and the two
Next up, my brother Kung Fu
From the temple of the mind, check the style, it gets divine
Launch lyrics from my tongue, hit the flesh like a gun
Let it loose with a limp, ease it off kind of swift
Watch it flow through my lips
Dodgin' crows and hook the dip, reel 'em in like fish
Hook it up on a dish or a platter, then I splatter
Your guts in the gutter, burn your soul like rubber
Ring out like thunder, I got more tricks than the Kid Boy Wonder
Plus it is a lump at the end, in the front, it won't take twice
And at the end of it all, all you can say is, "Dres is nice"
Brothers base my personality, but get off the trippin' bean
'Cause I stand out like a nigga on a 51 Harvard team
I don't care, got my style in your girl's hair
Yes, I'm wildin' with your teeth, you shouldn't be smilin'
Displeased, I be on the island like the gab in a rehab
Comin' real when I talk
Do so much time for murderin' rhymes, I kick my balls when I walk
Touchin' my style, too much thought that would take up
Sometimes you try to dream about it, get dissed and wake up
So let me do what I do when I do what I do with the Fu
I'm rippin' shit from here until your mother's name's on broom
And Fu's class is dis
On the left, start it
On the right, start it (Come on, come on)
On the left, start it
On the right, start it
Check it out, check it, check it out
Check it out, check it, check it out
Check it out, check it, check it out
Check it out, check it, check it out
Yo, they call me crazy, insane, loony, or wacko
I know I'm out of shape, so, yo, I think I'll hit Jacko
Lane, or buy myself a Soloflex
Nah, I'd rather chill rockin' Polo specs
Packin' honeys, the China Dolls, the girls with cheese
Eatin' curry chicken with some rice and peas
I got the fever, nah, I'm sick in my brain
I got a love for rap like Calvin has for Jane
Wacky Wafers, jeepers, oh, darn heck
I'm gettin' wrecked on this track
Goonie googoo, word to Zulu
I'm freaky, very sneaky, yo, don't think I'm talkin' caca
Yo, I'll squash your girl when I should
Plus her mom's a chicken nacho
I only got time to be fine for twelve bars
I used the one, so here I come, here I come
The sun from the east is everlastin'
But I'm no life saver, especially one who's not an ape or
Flavor I flaunt in the Fu family, Fu-Schnickin' format
And trick my little competitors like a doormat
None should try and contest unless
They're equipped with a bulletproof vest
But nevertheless, you'll get wrecked, not by agua
By an outburst of pre-rehearsed lyrics launched with velocity
There's no stoppin' me, unless the time is up
What the fuck? What do you know? What do you know?
Here I go, here I go
Pre-Divine, don't you know that I'm
Erect? I wreck, I drink my vodka with some lime
Many minds, the coalition combines
Breakin' MCs' motherfuckin' spines
The newest of the '90s
You wanna follow? Come behind me
Bigger nine in the hand of a trigger stan, try me
Stymie another rascal, you're so tiny
Sexin' up your moms, spankin' little girl's behindies
Flexin' like a bicep, spatter larger than a tricep
Get a little closer, I'ma flip you like a D-shaped
I really don't think there's a wild type of MC
Chip Fu, yes, to drop a topic
Puttin' it on top right, climbin' it, don't think MCs can stop it
I'm flippin' these lyrical dialects
And breakin' these tracks, yes, I'm the new son
Flippin' these lyrical dialects
And breakin' these tracks, yes, I'm the new son
Give me the microphone, use only to be givin' the crowd somethin'
With their own tone, which is me, C-H-I-P, so, Fu, come follow me
I'm flippin' the lyrical raps, I'm keepin', yes, in step
Mashin', yes, and trashin' MCs to the left
Of the stage when I'm on a rage and engage
In a phrase that makes me feel proud
Then I take a route, we actin' in a fashion so loud
Then I remember when I pick up the pen to put this rhyme down
I did it before a minute, this is how the rhyme is found
But it might be better if I really don't get the crowd
To hear my lyrical together so that when I do the funky rap
It's sometimes syllable to rhyme
My lyrics are precise, yes, and twice the size
Of the other men when, when I'm on stage with the mic
Say, "Nah, pussyhole"
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