作曲 : Jones, Maturine, Roachford Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by Put it by number one phenomenon Come follow me now, mon Cuz Mr. Chip Fu is the Don I think I'll tikki than I will tembo Then I will no-so, then I will rembo Paribari rucheep yo, Poc pass me that pen, yo, right They can't catch this lyrical style that's wicked and wild That I display Slick and I'm quick with the rhyme tactic Taught and brought by the teacher and the sinsa So if you come test, I'm badder than the rest Style and technique is perfect
Buddha taught me and it brought me Lyrical styles which is true Done by the A the E the I, I mean Chip Fu I drippity-drop on hip-hop I love rub-a-dub because it's crisp So you really got to rock, you really got to twist You got to listen to this He can't test you, he's a wimp He'll be walking with a limp So don't try to test Chip Fu, you fantail shrimp What are you, Bullwinkle or Rocky Don't start no beef or broccoli So give it up, you lost, or you better duck sauce Hey, check out our lyrical style, it's versatile And while, yeah, we still get smiles I bet you never heard nobody rhyme like us We kick our rhymes like crazy fools Eat MC's like Cheese Doodles By Banton, yo, Pass the wanton suop, troop He's talking caca Yo, what's the shock of the day, hey Say moo-goo-gai-pan, man, hey, I thought he was gay So hold his wrist up Now, I'm going to have to twist off his arm Like my boy Chip-Fu said, you should have "ringed the alarm" He call you Buckwheat, with bucked teeth Tall with Daffy Duck feet Now that's for having on Bruce Lees Your techniques stale, of course you'll fail Against the super-**** fly ebony male Ducktales! Huey, Duey, Louie, Fuey, chop suey Egg foo young's on my tongue, hey, that's kind of gooey I chopsticks with drop kicks My chow mein's plain I do the Tiger, the Snake, and the big daddy Crane I'm ready to rhyme back, I'm ready to rhyme forth [x4] Nalp retsam eht htiw CM eht mi Means I'm the MC with the master plan Dnatsrednu t'nod sCM dna detingi steg cim eht cim eht, damn Why means the mic gets ignited and MC's don't understand Down with the cop, the com, the Moc and Poc I love pih poh, which is hip hop This backwards lyrical style that I drop from the pot ytippit, the tippity Top So give me the cim, in otherwords the mic This style is epyh, oops, I mean hype I mastered a style that's not a sub nuts od I tub Togrof I spoo, oops I forgot Deppirg si cim eht nehw toh get I This style is ffur, in other words ruff I'm a true Fu-Schnicken Nekcinhcs-Uf got many many styles I write with a ebiv Always come out of a battle htiw yrotciv
作曲 : Jones, Maturine, Roachford Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by Put it by number one phenomenon Come follow me now, mon Cuz Mr. Chip Fu is the Don I think I'll tikki than I will tembo Then I will no-so, then I will rembo Paribari rucheep yo, Poc pass me that pen, yo, right They can't catch this lyrical style that's wicked and wild That I display Slick and I'm quick with the rhyme tactic Taught and brought by the teacher and the sinsa So if you come test, I'm badder than the rest Style and technique is perfect
Buddha taught me and it brought me Lyrical styles which is true Done by the A the E the I, I mean Chip Fu I drippity-drop on hip-hop I love rub-a-dub because it's crisp So you really got to rock, you really got to twist You got to listen to this He can't test you, he's a wimp He'll be walking with a limp So don't try to test Chip Fu, you fantail shrimp What are you, Bullwinkle or Rocky Don't start no beef or broccoli So give it up, you lost, or you better duck sauce Hey, check out our lyrical style, it's versatile And while, yeah, we still get smiles I bet you never heard nobody rhyme like us We kick our rhymes like crazy fools Eat MC's like Cheese Doodles By Banton, yo, Pass the wanton suop, troop He's talking caca Yo, what's the shock of the day, hey Say moo-goo-gai-pan, man, hey, I thought he was gay So hold his wrist up Now, I'm going to have to twist off his arm Like my boy Chip-Fu said, you should have "ringed the alarm" He call you Buckwheat, with bucked teeth Tall with Daffy Duck feet Now that's for having on Bruce Lees Your techniques stale, of course you'll fail Against the super-**** fly ebony male Ducktales! Huey, Duey, Louie, Fuey, chop suey Egg foo young's on my tongue, hey, that's kind of gooey I chopsticks with drop kicks My chow mein's plain I do the Tiger, the Snake, and the big daddy Crane I'm ready to rhyme back, I'm ready to rhyme forth [x4] Nalp retsam eht htiw CM eht mi Means I'm the MC with the master plan Dnatsrednu t'nod sCM dna detingi steg cim eht cim eht, damn Why means the mic gets ignited and MC's don't understand Down with the cop, the com, the Moc and Poc I love pih poh, which is hip hop This backwards lyrical style that I drop from the pot ytippit, the tippity Top So give me the cim, in otherwords the mic This style is epyh, oops, I mean hype I mastered a style that's not a sub nuts od I tub Togrof I spoo, oops I forgot Deppirg si cim eht nehw toh get I This style is ffur, in other words ruff I'm a true Fu-Schnicken Nekcinhcs-Uf got many many styles I write with a ebiv Always come out of a battle htiw yrotciv
