Ring the Alarm - FU-SchnickensRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmI don't wanna stay calm causeI'm about to rip this psalmWhen the mic is gripped my lyricsDo split up likeBombs from VietnamCause I'm sweet neatI don't romp or skinteetLyrics I lick with my tongueAnd rhymes I nymn with my teethThis lyrical prophet you can't stop thisFrom the West IndiesYou can tell I'm a lyrical prophetFrom the words spoken and broken upIn these books and scrolls that I unfoldThe knowledge I use does make me boldThe intelligence in my systemConverts itself and becomes wisdomBorn in Trinidad not TobogoLand of steel pan and calypsoCyop is a buckAnd a buck is a cyopThat's the real true thingAnd a natural factThis lyrical man you can't hold me backFrom the red the whiteAnd also the blackIsland which is my landMy place of birthYou can tell by the tongueThat's swungAnd the lyrical structure in me verseSo all MC's don't cross this borderCause by now you should know sort ofLyrically wise but now I despiseAll youth that's out of orderDon't try to test any of the SchnikensCause I'm not doneWith the lyrical boxin'The beatin' and the lickin'Ring the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeYou two-facety you can't face meAnd my rhymes you'll bite and learnSoon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substanceJust like a bookwormChip FU then you will extendAnd show all the youth themThat me big boutcha under rootsAnd cultureAnd the bad bull in the penBecause when I grip the mic(yes man)All MC's they do stop yes and hushAny mic I touch any mic I brushAny mic I clutchWith these lyrical styles of suchAnd if I do unleash a lyrical masterpieceLyrics never cease then a pieceI'll unleash and make it briefPlease don't bite yes or thiefC-H-I-P FU is my nameIt will stay just the sameGive me any mic on stageIn a rage I'll engageAnd drop rhymes just the sameQuote for quote note for noteDid you comphrehendSo jack it up and pull it up operatorWheel and come againCause MC's try these rastafarianic rapsAnd sound like wanna-be'sBut a wanna-be's not what I want to beSee the FU-Schnickens have to beThe true prophets freeFree to preach FU-Schnick propheciesWe thee untouchable matchableStoppable MC's for unityMe a rastafarian no not meBut I do stunI'm not faking JamacianSo all MC's you better runBecause Mr Chip FU man a comeAnd me sitdong pon de riddimSitdong pion de vibesA de hartical donTrue me full up a styleAnd me wicked and wildWith peer pattern watchHow me chat it in a verbAnd capsize it in a nounUno better give I and I respectWhen this Trinidadian I comeSing outRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayeRing the alarmAnother sound is dying whoa ayePhenomenon one phenomenon twoPhenomenon threeCome follow mePOC FU's the rough-neck chickenAnd I'm the wild ApacheSee I'm the C the H the I the PDown with the P the O the CThe K the U the N the GThe M the O yes and the CAnd when the M the I the CIs in my H the A-N-DI preach and teachAnd educate all ghetto youth about unityBut wait let me get set not to sweatBut to get something straightAll MC's come out with good stylesAnd all of them do sound greatBut ring the alarmAnd don't stay calmBecause I won't procrastinateThese lyrical styles that I compileTo preach and teach and educate meA new jack brother (who's that)When you were at the parties rappingAnd scratching I did a chatOn tape on tape and cassetteYou'll hear me live and directYes and who never hear me yetWhen you hear my voice it's perfectSo just pack up becauseYour lyrics are weak when you speakDon't step so just back up wake upTake off the make-upThe mic because I'll break upMC's limbs from limb slim me trimYou see me I don't follow no styleAnd I don't follow no patternSo take head to this lessonI bring or the lesson I broughtWhich was taught to one and anotherAll slack MC's better ring the alarmIn other words run for cover
Ring the Alarm
Ring the Alarm