La Schmoove - FU-Schnickens

Composed by：ali shaheed muhammad

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

Yo when I was small they used to tease me

Because my hair was peasy hard and greasy

But now I'm living well like George and Wheezy

So easy what does it yo

Is it because I'm rocking beats beats beats

Fu-Manchu'n 'cause I'm doing what just had to be done

Now we in there like swimwear girls calling me hon

Give me hugs little peck mucho tongue lots of sex

Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street right

I'm smashing monster mashing boom bashing in a fashion

Which is wild now I smile when

I whip-lash MCs with my style

Call me cuckoo I'm making beaucoup bucks

I'm geared and fully prepared to tear

All MCs that are schmuks

For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk

As I soothe in the groove 'cause I'm smooth like Mr Rourke

Doobely-zoo Mr Wu no need to be rude but FU

'Cause I ain't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

Leave it to Beaver'-arriva derci

Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora

Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe

Mr Chip Fu about to wreck shop

With the Judo chop a Judo chop a Judo chop chop

Yo zilch kaput me nada none son

I don't think so so take a look at

A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee

Ba schnicker bah snchnucker

I ams what I ams that's all what I ams

My lyrics are never done

I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd

Al Bundy the Bud Light stud

Come like tongues lashes with the quickness

Moc and Poc is my witness

Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles

That I brung instead

I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble

Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread

These lyrics ah-come out of mi head

Mr Chip Fu's gon stay di-di da-di-di dra-dread

You said I couldn't rap but I really wrecked shop

And I don't stop drop I get props

I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion

My accent you're mocking my clothes you're clocking

Ripping MCs to smithereens to their

Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi long stocking

So don't step to Chip I'm on the La Schmoove tip

You'll say Drats I really failed again

Plus he sank my Babble-ship

So oooh s**t G wa-wa or biscuit

Rip it and be specific doin' it terrific when I kicks it

Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang Pepé Le Pew Pepé Le Pew

La Schmoove yo I ain't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

Now here I go once again with the ill flow

Other MCs that rap their style is so-so

Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills

I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill

Twenty years of age but yet I still seek knowledge

And this year was so-called my senior year in college

But I chose to pursue in a field called music

And with some hype beats and breaks you know

I won't refuse it

Get on the board lay down the track

And I'll do ten laps

Pass the pen pass the pad and I'll kick nuff raps

Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss

And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross

As small as I am I still can pack jams

Do a freestyle and step but yet I still slam

Not trying to say that no one can get with me

Not only is it the lyrics I write it's my delivery

Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice

My name's Malik and I'm unique in other words top choice

Nothing commercial 'bout this it's mainly hardcore

Now that you got what you want do you want more

Because I got more in store

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

MC the Shining One aka the golden child

I have a grin at times but then throw up

A fake smile

Vaseline intensive care don't fear mon frere

Sak Pase everybody that rappin' G pull his hair

Back in the groove it's no way you can handle this

S**t so fly that you can call it scandalous

'Cause I manifest in words that I'm preaching

Unleashing you now seek the sounds that I'm teaching

I hear not see not knots to makes butts rock

I rides rhythm to the beginnin then won't stop

The Chinese Son of Sam the Skipper's Peter Pan

The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East

Releasing a new type of lyrical lingo

Single the alarm the girls cooties I will tingle

No expiration date so you know I won't expire

No skippin a weekly check so I don't have to retire

Write the ca-pital MO

Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show

Ir-regular styles is here too

Tripped boo-boo you first made a mistake

Not Alexander but considered to be great

Great but like the grape ape

Fake the moves and your ankles I will break

Break or broken the MO has spoken

Movements on the slick taking the train you need a token

I guess not 'cause you pause for the 'cause

You either biting your nails or start picking straws

Holy Mick I'm living large just like trunk jewels

Nuff respects to many minds ah oww

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove

La Schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove