Fu-Schnickens

Breakdown!
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The flow will break you down
Bet the flow will break you down
I gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flows
Thats bound to leave you bangin when it gets exposed
cause the way I could display my style is wicked
So run up to your counters, and go and get your tickets
I know you got dreams of roasting me hot
But I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shop
The dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanatic
And nadic, with the crazy flow thats automatic
Flowin like them bolts from the sky like Zeus
An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
or protractor, you dont have no nactor
Hang with me, come with the steez and see Im no actor
That shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own dice
so we call roll, gonna lose, Im takin all your dough
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
With the sound full of spunk as we break it down
cause its...
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ah, ah, ah, ah-choo!
What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
I cant see a ting like Mr. Magoo
The sniveling, huh-huh-ha
c-c-c-coughing, hah-choo!
Stuffy, naughty, nappy
Check-a the box, dreadlox fox
So na, hic-up, na, hic-up
Whats up? tic-tic-tock, oops!
Shiver me timber now boots
Oh my gosh, oh my goose
Shucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-ups
And I rips up many tracks
Jumpin Johosafat
Dont make a sound, I see you rabbit
Tracks, like thunder and lightening
Watch the frightening, cant you tell?
Im loco, ooh, they dont know very well, so
I lumps em, bruise em, with black eyes and stitches
Theyre mad, can we run
>From rags unto riches
Now my scruples, I lose em
Damage, I bruise em
Im two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??
I got secrets, Bo, I dont know
Like loco, Im ???
Im changing, visions blurry
So call me, um, Quasemoto
And yo, Ill switch up
hic-up!
switch up
hic-up!
switch up
hic-up!
switch-up
hah
With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
Then I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphone
Yo, rip it
And I freaks it
hic-up!
freaks it
hic-up!
When I freaks it with my drunken technique
Im makin pimps squeak
But now its whacker than the ???
Way up shits creek
So dont sleep, when its time to creep
We roll my jeep
And if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freak
To break you down
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The funk makes me tipsy, got the whisky
Yo, can this be the funkdafied horror
Tommorrow Ill flip tip
See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies
The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammer
I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean
And on my screens than Vanna White
How should I roll when I write?
Then light the spliff, now its time to recite
a verse, a hurse you be leavin in
Beleive me when I say what I feel, and its real, not like TV
And science fiction, my addiction is the funk
With more fumes than a skunk, cause Im bound to jump
So check the sound
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