Ring the Alarm - Fu-Schnickens.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Roderick Roachford/Lyvio G./Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Roderick Roachford/Lyvio G./Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones
[00:05.94]Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
[00:20.94](3x)
[00:20.97]Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause
[00:22.32]I'm about to rip this psalm
[00:23.67]When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like
[00:25.17]Bombs from Vietnam
[00:25.98]Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet
[00:28.71]Lyrics I lick with my tongue
[00:29.94]And rhymes I nymn with my teeth
[00:31.20]This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies
[00:33.93]You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up
[00:36.30]In these books and scrolls that I unfold
[00:38.07]The knowledge I use does make me bold
[00:39.39]The intelligence in my system
[00:40.62]Converts itself and becomes wisdom
[00:41.94]Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and calypso
[00:44.43]Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop
[00:45.51]That's the real true thing and a natural fact
[00:47.16]This lyrical man you can't hold me back
[00:48.42]From the red, the white, and also the black
[00:49.83]Island, which is my land, my place of birth
[00:52.26]You can tell by the tongue that's swung
[00:53.28]And the lyrical structure in me verse
[00:54.63]So all MC's don't cross this border
[00:56.04]Cause by now you should know sort of
[00:57.51]Lyrically wise but now I despise
[00:58.89]All youth that's out of order
[01:00.21]Don't try to test any of the Schnikens
[01:02.40]Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'
[01:03.81]The beatin' and the lickin'
[01:04.86]Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
[01:20.79](3x)
[01:20.82]You two-facety, you can't face me
[01:22.14]And my rhymes you'll bite and learn
[01:23.25]Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm
[01:25.89]Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them
[01:28.47]That me big boutcha under roots and culture
[01:30.06]And the bad bull in the pen
[01:31.11]Because when I grip the mic (yes, man)
[01:32.34]All MC's they do stop yes and hush
[01:34.08]Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch
[01:35.61]With these lyrical styles of such
[01:36.78]And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece
[01:39.21]Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief
[01:40.80]Please don't bite yes or thief
[01:41.76]C-H-I-P FU is my name, it will stay just the same
[01:44.43]Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage
[01:46.08]And drop rhymes just the same
[01:47.01]Quote for quote, note for note, did you comphrehend
[01:49.20]So jack it up and pull it up operator
[01:51.00]Wheel and come again
[01:51.81]Cause MC's try these rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's
[01:54.78]But a wanna-be's not what I want to be
[01:55.89]See the FU-Schnickens have to be
[01:57.03]The true prophets free
[01:58.41]Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies
[01:59.67]We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity
[02:02.22]Me, a rastafarian, no not me but I do stun
[02:05.07]I'm not faking Jamacian, so all MC's you better run
[02:07.53]Because Mr. Chip FU man a come
[02:10.11]And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes
[02:11.61]A de hartical don
[02:12.75]True me full up a style and me wicked and wild
[02:14.43]With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb
[02:16.77]And capsize it in a noun
[02:18.00]Uno better give I and I respect
[02:19.20]When this Trinidadian I come
[02:20.40]Sing out
[02:20.85]Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
[02:36.12](3x)
[02:36.15]Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three
[02:38.01]Come follow me
[02:38.67]POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache
[02:41.13]See I'm the C the H the I the P
[02:42.90]Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
[02:45.51]The M the O, yes and the C
[02:46.80]And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D
[02:49.68]I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity
[02:52.02]But wait, let me get set not to sweat
[02:53.64]But to get something straight
[02:54.96]All MC's come out with good styles
[02:56.31]And all of them do sound great
[02:57.54]But ring the alarm and don't stay calm
[02:58.86]Because I won't procrastinate
[03:00.15]These lyrical styles that I compile
[03:01.44]To preach and teach and educate me
[03:03.39]A new jack brother (who's that)
[03:05.04]When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat
[03:07.29]On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct
[03:09.99]Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect
[03:12.54]So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak
[03:14.79]Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up
[03:16.89]The mic because I'll break up
[03:18.60]MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim
[03:20.70]You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern
[03:22.98]So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought
[03:24.90]Which was taught to one and another
[03:26.19]All slack MC's better ring the alarm
[03:27.54]In other words, run for cover
文本歌词
作词 : Roderick Roachford/Lyvio G./Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones
作曲 : Roderick Roachford/Lyvio G./Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones
Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
(3x)
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
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 me verse
So 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 Schnikens
Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'
The beatin' and the lickin'
Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
(3x)
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 comphrehend
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 Jamacian, 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
(3x)
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