Ring The Alarm Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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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 meSo 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 Schnickens 

'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 

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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 comprehend 

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 Jamaican, 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