Ring the Alarm (Pimp Juice’s Magic mix)
Fu‐Schnickens vs. Pimp Juice
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Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey hey hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, I know, I know
Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm
Yo I'm about to wreck this song
When the mic is ripped my lyrics will spill
Like bombs in Vietnam
Comin' in with the sweet time
Hit 'em with the neat rhyme
Miniman the rhyme force
Kid dekalips made it
Glob with the with the tongue
And rhymes been young
Now will you will you
Test this lyrical prophet
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
And knowledge I use
Does make me bold
The infinite tension rises
Some come versus of becomes with
The more mentioned and I'm not
Said they roll on up the final
Calypso calibamagamagamaga
Got the real genius not your fackness
Lyrical mag you're only black
For the red and white and also the black
Island, which is my land
My place of birth
And I can tell by the tongue that's swung
In the lyrical structure
Enemy first
So all MCs don't cause disorder
'Cause by now you know I'm sorta
Liberally wise but now I despise
All you that's out of order
Don't try to test and
Get on the up the shnicking
'Cause I'm not doubling lyrical box
The beating and the licking
Sing up
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey hey hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, I know, I know
You do face me
You can't pace me
And my rhymes you fight in lurch
And you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance
Just like when the quirm
Shit fu den will extend
I'm sure all these youth dem
Got me big balls on the roots
'Cause on the bumble and the bang
'Cause when I get on my head
All MCs they do stop yes and hush
And the mic is touching the mic and rush
And the mic'll clutch with lyrical styles and such
And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece
Then it will cease to the peace
I unleash my caprice
We go by S-R-E-G-H-I-P
Fu is my name and will stay just the same
Give me the mic and the stage and a raise
And a gaze and drop words just the same
Boast for (boast)
No (no)
For you can't be (can't)
So jack it up and pull it up
And we'll raise our wings and come again
'Cause MC private
These Rastafarianic raps that sound like wannabes
Well I wanna be stopped
But I wanna be seen
The fu shnicking sound
The Fu the Shnikk Prophets
Free really free shnicking prophecies
We the untouchable mental ensemble
Of MCs in unity
And I be a Rastafarian
No no no not me but I do stand
I'm not faking
I'm a Jamaican
All MCs better run
Because
Miniman the Shit Fu
Man a come
And me still the one that moves to the money rhymes
And the hot tickle tongue
And me pull a bust style lyric in a while
And bear what done what you owe me
Tap it to the word bank
And capsize it in an hour
And I really give I and I respect
When this Trinidadian I come
Sing up
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, I know, I know
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, I know, I know
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Ring the alarm and not a sound is dying, whoa oh, hey
Phenomenon one
Phenomenon two
Phenomenon three
Come follow me
Papoose the rough neck chicken
And I'm the wild Apache
Gee I'm the silly the H the I the P
Now with the Billy the O the C the K the U
The N the T the M the O yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-T
We will reach and educate
And fu yes stands for unity
But wait
Let me get something to sweat
What they get something straight
All MCs come up wicked styles
And all of them do sound weak
But ring the alarm and don't think calm
Because I won't procrastinate
These lyrical styles that I compile
To preach and teach and educate
Meet a new jack brother who's that
When you was at the parties
Rapping the scratch that did a cha
Until I put it in one cassette
Do it immediately live on direct
Yes I'm owning the ear
Me definitely hear my voice is perfect
So just back up
Because your lyrics so weak
We just take your steps so
Just back up wake up
Take off the make-up
No telling who's on the mic
Because I break up MC limb from limb
Stiliman the trim
Miniman the green
I'm following the style
I'm miniman to follow
But son so take heed
To the lesson I bring
And the lesson I brought
Would resort to one another
All slack MCs better ring the alarm
In other words run for cover