Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter. Run for water while I break your tape recorder. Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war. Now what's rap got to do with what you got Well it'll take seven more before I go for mine La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!Īnd add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks itĬhitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew You'll say 'Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship' So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the FuddĬome like tongues lashes, with the quicknessĪsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!Ī Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flowįunk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fightĪdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater Of an L-ah, An E-ah, simply just a leaderīass in his face means peace see ya later Ship-shape crushed Grapes Apes that play tapes Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four That pooping in a bucket line just always stuck with me for some reason.ĭincO D froom LONS, his verse in scenario is one of my faves of all time. Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring They want to sing-keeping this thing alive Just can't be scared to spread your wings No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops

That even joe got problems that he gots to joust with Tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker-But to you Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the drawīlow the door off this shit like bricks and C4 No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high We live this, fitted hats low, conceal the Crooked I I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you

A couple of my favorite verses of all time.

Bitch get off my dick i got money now