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letra de bebo - fu-schnickens

[intro]
phenomenon one
the coalition and the don
original don gorgon
hear me now, dread
come follow me, come follow me
come follow me, come follow me
hear this, hear that
mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs
come follow me
mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs
hear this
mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs
come follow me
mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs, mcs

[chorus]
bebo, fu-schnickens is the stars of the show
bebo, fu-schnickens is the stars of the show

[verse]
yo, yo, how come mcs get vexed when we flow?
the son of the two, pa-quan, mr. amin, oh, mr. amin, oh, mr. amin, oh
so, yo, why don′t you drop your style and say, “oh”?
are you ready for me to flow?
on your mark, get set, go
all mcs do get vexed, yo, when i do flow to other flow
’cause when me hold on the mic and me chat what me like
and me love it so much, and i say what i know so
so pa-quan follow with the style and tempo
as the fu coalition continues to grow (bo)
as the beat flow, yes, we will show that we all are pro
so don′t try test or try distress, and proud mcs don’t follow
so boy, big up your chest, get your bulletproof vest
’cause we nice up the spot, hey mate, just l!ck a shot
[chorus]
bebo, fu-schnickens is the stars of the show
bebo, fu-schnickens is the stars of the show

[verse 2]
when the mic is gripped in my grasp
i go fast, i laugh, i stress not slow
your tip′s coming down ′cause i can’t
understand, not me, it′s the demo
but wait till i finish, finish the rhyme that i start from the get-go
all mcs who bite our style, well, please, let go
ah, it goes (it goes)
but why do you think mcs will go on so?
because they know we’re dynamite like jj
then i say, “hey, what you boy do next?”
grab the mic tight, shine the spotlight, then recite
lyrics i be spittin′ through my fu-schnicken windpipe
yo, pa-quan, your flow tight, was it dynamite?
was it alright? it got me fooled way past midnight
is it my turn? yes, you boy be quick
i asked, “is it my turn?” me go about to flip
well, i’m about to flip, i grip the style up on the mic
like two men light the sun, and my outset will ignite a mic
for all my lyrical might and thrust and bust in my past an mc
let′s see, was it you? couldn’t be
because mcs, they step, yes, and step to the wrong man
i can handle the man, i command, stand up, ’cause i′m a strong man
mcs get stiff and get vexed, yo, when i chat or sing
but those are a few of our favorite things
yo, give me a mic and beat and watch me flow off
then i go off and show off and blow off steam ′cause i’m the pro of
this brand new style that i compile with lyrical swing
and present a past tense tune, oh, yes, we′ll sing (swing it)
bring, brang, brought a new style
sing, sang, sung for a while
he saw, seen an mc
take, took, took in my rhyme
read, wrote, read and rewrote the same rhyme
at the time that he said it, he bit into my style
and me didn’t get vexed or fessed an mc who won′t act hostile
so what? you think that they can beat us?
and if i ever flip or slip on the mic
they flake like they’re gypped and
wanted to beat you and also greet you, with me, you wanna riff?
so, so, just wait a while and tell the jacks to wait a while
out of my grippin′, out of my flippin’, technique, peep the style
so i proceed to grip this mic that i cup
’til it overflows with lyric shifts and gimmicks and it′s stuck
to the rim or let′s say brim like a fat branch or limb
i’m sensing my lonely riddim or any bassline that is given
step, don′t step, don’t step to the mic
′cause you can’t compete with these lyrics that are sweet, peace
[outro]
and you don′t stop
you know what i’m saying? yo, what’s up, pa?
yo, son, what′s up?
yo, i′d like to give a shout out to the bush
yeah, the bush, oh, the bush
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, where’s my chicken wings at, huh?
i′d like to give a shout out
yo, word, shout out to the white staff and yao ming
and clap jacks, n-gga
yo, where is my chicken wings?
i’ll make you get off my chinese ass
yo, i′ll take a piece of my cousin kung fu
can you give me some duck sauce, please?
no, no, no
oh no, oh no, no more duck sauce, no more
give me some soy sauce for my chicken wings
yo, let me have half of your chicken and fried rice, man
yo, yo, that’s not cool
no, man, i′m hungry
let me have some hot pork
yo, just stop, cool
why you got to be like that for?
why you got to get these n-ggas so cheap though?
please don’t fight

- fu schnickens

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