| Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by Put it by number one phenomenon
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| Come follow me now, mon
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| Cuz Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
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| I think I’ll tikki than I will tembo
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| Then I will no-so, then I will rembo
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| Paribari rucheep yo, Poc pass me that pen, yo, right
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| They can’t catch this lyrical style that’s wicked and wild
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| That I display
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| Slick and I’m quick with the rhyme tactic
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| Taught and brought by the teacher and the sinsa
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| So if you come test, I’m badder than the rest
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| Style and technique is perfect
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| Fighting and writing these lyrical styles my hobby and favorite subject
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| Buddha taught me and it brought me Lyrical styles which is true
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| Done by the A the E the I, I mean Chip Fu I drippity-drop on hip-hop
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| I love rub-a-dub because it’s crisp
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| So you really got to rock, you really got to twist
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| You got to listen to this
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| He can’t test you, he’s a wimp
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| He’ll be walking with a limp
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| So don’t try to test Chip Fu, you fantail shrimp
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| What are you, Bullwinkle or Rocky
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| Don’t start no beef or broccoli
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| So give it up, you lost, or you better duck sauce
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| Hey, check out our lyrical style, it’s versatile
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| And while, yeah, we still get smiles
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| I bet you never heard nobody rhyme like us We kick our rhymes like crazy fools
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| Eat MC’s like Cheese Doodles
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| By Banton, yo, Pass the wanton suop, troop
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| He’s talking caca
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| Yo, what’s the shock of the day, hey
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| Say moo-goo-gai-pan, man, hey, I thought he was gay
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| So hold his wrist up Now, I’m going to have to twist off his arm
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| Like my boy Chip-Fu said, you should have ringed the alarm
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| He call you Buckwheat, with bucked teeth
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| Tall with Daffy Duck feet
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| Now that’s for having on Bruce Lees
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| Your techniques stale, of course you’ll fail
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| Against the super-dope fly ebony male
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| Ducktales! |
| Huey, Duey, Louie, Fuey, chop suey
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| Egg foo young’s on my tongue, hey, that’s kind of gooey
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| I chopsticks with drop kicks
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| My chow mein’s plain
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| I do the Tiger, the Snake, and the big daddy Crane
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| I’m ready to rhyme back, I’m ready to rhyme forth (4x)
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| Nalp retsam eht htiw CM eht mi Means I’m the MC with the master plan
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| Dnatsrednu t’nod sCM dna detingi steg cim eht cim eht, damn
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| Why means the mic gets ignited and MC’s don’t understand
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| Down with the cop, the com, the Moc and Poc
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| I love pih poh, which is hip hop
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| This backwards lyrical style that I drop from the pot ytippit, the tippity
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| top
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| So give me the cim, in otherwords the mic
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| This style is epyh, oops, I mean hype
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| I mastered a style that’s not a sub nuts od I tub
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| Togrof I spoo, oops I forgot
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| Deppirg si cim eht nehw toh get I This style is ffur, in other words ruff
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| I’m a true Fu-Schnicken
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| Nekcinhcs-Uf got many many styles
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| I write with a ebiv
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| Always come out of a battle htiw yrotciv |