True Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

So sit, Buddha, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?

I'm a Rowdy-Roddity Piper

I flash my dreads, Sherlock Holmes

The thicker, the richer, the bigger the dread

So I don't needs no honeycomb, so eeniny, meeniny, mininy mo

Goobelly goo, I'm 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 ribodobip-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 style, I'm wicked and wild and versatile

When the mic is gripped by Chip, better believe it's worth your while

Pause for the cause, stop, make way, hurry up, here I co-dom, co-co-co-come, come, come

My lyrical styles are not the foss-noss

They're not soft, son rocks it riggity-ragamuffin, say it backwards

Aggarniffum, so abra-Fu, alakazam, run, come, follow me, man

Put it by one phenomenon, humina, humina, I'm not done

Mitti-mi-me, oh, me, oh, my, hello, hello, hi, I'm not Huckleberry Finn

I'm still speakin', shoo, fly, don't bother I

So fi, hello, hifi, Fu, fo, make shapes of Play-Doh, re, mi

Near, far, then I will sip your Lipton Tea Bo, Taekwon do

Lyrics are bubblin', bubblin', bubblin', bubblin', bubblin'

Bubblin', bubblin', bubblin', bubblin', bubblin'

Bubblin' until they're boiled, so don't drink the milk (Why?)

'Cause it's white 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, jumpin' Jehosaphats

Some MCs' rhymes ain't Jack or Jill and at my styles, they peek-a-boo

And 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

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

So sit, Buddha, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?

Riggy-rock and roll, rock and roll

What's up with hip-hop? Reggae? Let's kick some soul

I'll be a brave man like Captain Caveman

Ungabunga, yapple-dapple, oh, snap, holy bat-Fu, it's an apple

The capital P.O.C. is on a flip tip, so hip, hip, hooray

Okay, move out my way, yo, check out 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, sufferin' succotash

I waste no more time, use my noodle, Yankee doodle

Came up with a rhyme that was wild, bugged, delirious, loony

Damn, it's hittin' hard, that's word to Gerry Cooney

Knockin' heads off shoulders, rippin' 'em clean

You can even ask Idi (Why?) He know what Amin

'Cause I'm a

True, what? I am a True Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

So sit, Buddha, 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 trainin', Jack

Agenda, the M.O. also the Asian Mack

In fact I will attract the shock shit, a True Fuschnick

Classified as I crop through the crib

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, gaggle-gaggle, nanu-nanu

Styles that you have 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) Rant and rage up on the scene like a lyrical ninja master

Crazy, zany voiced out styles that had you in a dimension

As I mentioned, a True Fu steppin', all attention to the (Mickens)

Styles that I'm kickin', whippin', flexin', never (Flippin')

Asian that is hittin' hard until my cup runneth over

Like a boulder, never told you, the M.O. was in control of

Oriental styles to compile or get with

A 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

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

So sit, Buddha, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

I'm a true, what? I am a true Fuschnick

So sit, Buddha, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?

Yo, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, 1, 2, 1, 2, you know what I'm sayin'? The FU-Schnickens is in the house

Yo, Moc, what you sayin', man?