Fu-Schnickens - True Fuschnick lyrics

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
So sit, Buddah
Sit what lyrical styles should we kick?

I'm a rowdy roddidy 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 goobelly goo I bumped my toe uh oh
"Uh oh better get Maaco" 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!
Cause worries and botherations when I wraps
It up again and again
But not with the same few styles
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
Ifos nos in other words
They're not soft son rocks it
Rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run
Come follow me man put it by one phenomenon
Huminahumina 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
Make shapes of play dough re mi
Near far then I will sip yo
Lipton Tea bo Tae Kwon Do
Lyrics are bubbling, bubbling
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
Bubbling til' 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
Quadruple drats
Me big and me black and me hot
Up de spot G jumping Jehosphats
Some MC's rhymes ain't jack or Jill
And at my styles they peak-a boo o what I
Doo wa diddy, diddy dum, diddy Fu
So peace to this Fu, peace to that Fu
And a true Fu, Poc Fu, is what I dub you

I'm a True, what I am a True Fuschnick
So sit, Buddah
Sit what lyrical styles should we kick?

Rock n' roll, rock'n roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae
Let's kick some soul
I'll be a braveman like Captain Caveman
Unga bunga, yapple daple
Oh, snap! Holy batfu, it's an apple
The capital POC 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 Gerry Cooney
Knocking heads off shoulders
Rippin' em clean you can even ask Idi
(WHY?) He know what I mean cuz I'm a

I'm a True, what? I am a True Fuschnick
So sit, buddah 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 MO 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 vomit
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 MO 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 Fuschnick
So sit, Buddah
Sit what lyrical styles should we kick?