Bring the alarm, and now the sound is dying, woah, ayy Bring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm, yo I'm about to rip this song But the mic is gripped, my lyrics will spill like bombs in Vietnam Call me the really sweet Tom, and the really neat Tom, and the really rhyme-poor skin-cheek Cause lyrics really glide with the really tongue-angry rhymes, man, y'all know where the really take this Lyrical prophet, you can't stop this, from the West Indies You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up in these Books and scrolls that I unfold and all the users make me roll it in For the gents and nicest, some converts and some becomes us Don't bore an inch in it, I'm not your big goal, I'm not Stefan and Calypso So y'all better rock and I'll rock and I'll cap the rouge, your dingedness, not your flackness The People go make it or me back for the Red, the White and also the Black Island, which is my land, my place of birth Only can tell by the tongue that's swung, and the lyrical structure and the made verse So all MC's, don't cross this border, cause by now, I don't know I'm sorta Liberty-wise, but now the spies all you that's out to order Don't try to test, and then when the update shneakin' Cause I'm not debutin', the people go bust it, beatin', I'm the licking, SINGLE! Ring the alarm, and now the sound is dying, woah, hey You too feisty, you can't face me, and my rhymes you bite and learn Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance, just like once Before I'm chipped, food then, we'll extend, I'm sure all the youth them That me big bowtie on the rich culture, and they bambo, enter they plan Cause when I get a mic, all MC's, they do stop guessing Hush, and I'm like a touch, and I'm like a rush, and I'm like a clutch With lyrical stars of such, and if I, do unleash, a lyrical masterpiece Living overseas in the beach, unleash Mercury P, don't buy it, it's a deep C H.I.P. fool is my name, and we'll stay just the same Give me the mic at the stage, and the rays of the gauge and drop right just the same Vote for, no for, did you comprehend? So jack it up, and pull it up, I'm always out wheelin' Come on, cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps That sound like wannabes, well the wannabes not wanna wanna be See the fushnikans have to be the true prophets Free, free to be, fushnik prophets We the untouchable, matchable couple, we're MC's for unity I'm gonna be a Rastafarian, and I know not me, but I do stand I'm not faking, not a Jamaican, all MC's in a better rank Because, me di better take full, mana come And me sit up on the rhythm, sit up on the rhymes, and the heart tickle land So me full up a style, and me wicked out while I'm, beer pot and Watch how me, chat it in the room, and cap cap size it in the lung And I better give my nine respect, when this Trinidadian a come Sing out! Ring the alarm, and now the sound is dying Woah, hey Ring the alarm, and now the sound is dying Woah, hey Ring the alarm, and now the sound is dying Woah, hey Phenomenon 1, Phenomenon 2, Phenomenon 3, come follow me Papu's the roughneck chicken, and I'm the wild apache See I'm the city, the H, the I, the P, down with the P, the D, O, the C The K, the U, the M, the G, the M, the O, yes, and the C And when the M, the I, the C is in my H, the A, and D But I better reach and educate, and fool your sense for unity But wait, let me get set on the sweatboard, to get something straight All MC's come out with good styles, and all of them do sound great But ring the alarm, and don't stay calm, because I won't procrastinate These lyrical styles that I compile to preach and teach, and educate me I knew Jack, brother, who's that? When you was at the parties, rappin' and scratchin', I did a chat Until they put a dip on, cast like two enemies, they live on direct Yes, I'm on, and I hear me, but when you hear my voice, it's perfect So just back up, because your lyrics so weak, when you speak, don't step So just back up, wake up, take off the makeup Don't try to dig in the mic, because I'll break up MC, live from limbs, still a minute trim Minimum the mean, I follow, not stay long Minimum the follow, by time So take heed to the lesson I bring All the lessons I brought with, was taught to one another In other words, run for cover Yeah, I'd like to say peace to the whole of Fushnik and Masov You know what I'm saying? My boy Madfoo, my boy Batfoo, and Kwangfoo And I'm Chip with a mother that'll never be the richest one You know what I'm saying? And my producer Livio G Fushnik and Masov is signing off Peace