Artist: Fu-Schnickens Album: Nervous Break Down Song: Who Stole the Pebble Typed by: krazy_doggz@hotmail.com I'll leave ya shook up wit shit I cook up because I'm nice I move like jerry rice on the mic device lyrics pour like rain wit more soul than train incredible like the hulk wit dr. banner's brain making more noise than thunder making stevie wonder how could one man get so ill wit his rapping skill that could stimulate ya mind and give ya brain a tumor kick a rhyme that's even fatter than the laces in my suede pumas the solo flexes on deck with a texture of movers that's so smooth like that chest like a bottle of bacardi y'all niggas couldn't see me if you threw a search party I'll mutilate ya head I don't care whose side you on I got more game I'm swift like akeem olajuwan stomping heavy on the scene I'll strike like wolverine gettin loose kickin crazy styles like bruce (Chorus) tell me who stole the pebble out the master's hand hurry hip hip I'm ready to rip shit I'm coming through the wolf our the pack crispy black from the fu watch out I'm coming again without no (cough) doubts cuz I'm a blabber mouth a blabber mouth and I'm about to make (stew) with ya whole (crew) asta mad asta mad hey asta mada wit you I'm coming to steal ya ravioli and ya pasta pazoola to now I'm off (cough) freakin the (cough) style the wild rhymes (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) so kiss my grits like (cough) flo from mel's diner time ta freak it deadly he he he follow me he he heck what I scooby dooby doo when I'm shaggy he he a ha a ha around the mountain fuck around I'll surely smoke ya hope ya know that I follows the best of the munks (WHO?) bucket filled with water and I'm kicking tree trunks (WHO?) I'm punching brick walls doing all types a stunts (WHO?) was studying my styles for kid umpteen months once we he he he came our niggas didn't have a clue a ha on how to pronounce the name and the concept kid of the fu now everybody he he he he wants to do what I do and I do what I do with the fu now who hoo hoo hoo wants to battle aha that'll make me top ya no rock ya you can ask my aunt betty or my uncle frankie crocker rocks my dreds just like ziggy dig me this one's a biggy with lyrics closely knitted like lenny and squiggy and I flexkiz me muscles with no hustles or no hassles I'm remarkable like those kids on little rascals don't give me no sticks gimme no stones yo I'll be throwin the fruity pebbles and some big flint bones so back it up I never heard of ya step then I'll murder ya burning ya try to lift my style you'll catch a hernia I'm earnin my status yo I'm the baddest in the west yo don't test unless you want a hole in your chest so... (Chorus) I've been branded with the f.u. on my chest! I'm the best unless you follow in my foot steps we're conceptual! I bet you all fall with tears like the beers on the wall so cheers congratulations here's a toast to most of my peeps and my peers from the bush it looks like brooklyn's on the map old album went gold now it's time to go platnumm-umm I mean more than that, plus we bust raps like a loaded gat or a pistol now this will reign number one our tunes rise like the mooon kid and shine like the sun so run go tell a friend cuz it's the end plus de arrival don't you know that kid it's te survival of the fittest and I kicks this straight from the start let ya know I'm rippin shit apart so... (Chorus)