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

[Hook]

I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick (Repeat 3X)

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

[Verse 1: Chip Fu]

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

[Hook]

I'm a True, what I am a True Fuschnick (Repeat 3X)

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

[Verse 2: Poc Fu]

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 P.O.C. 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

[Hook]

I'm a True, what? I am a True Fuschnick (Repeat 3X)

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

[Verse 3: Moc Fu]

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 M.O. 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 M.O. 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

[Hook]

I'm a True, what? I am a True Fuschnick (Repeat 3X)

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