Bebo - Intellectual

[Intro]

Phenomenon one

The Coalition and the Don

Original Don Gorgon

Hear me now, dread

Come follow me, come follow me

Hear this, hear that

MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs

Come follow me

MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs

Hear this

MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs

Come follow me

MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs, MCs

[Chorus]

Bebo, Fu-Schnickens is the stars of the show

[Verse]

Yo, yo, how come MCs get vexed when we flow?

The son of the two, Pa-Quan, Mr. Amin, oh, Mr. Amin, oh, Mr. Amin, oh

So, yo, why don′t you drop your style and say, "Oh"?

Are you ready for me to flow?

On your mark, get set, go

All MCs do get vexed, yo, when I do flow to other flow

'Cause when me hold on the mic and me chat what me like

And me love it so much, and I say what I know so

So Pa-Quan follow with the style and tempo

As the Fu Coalition continues to grow (Bo)

As the beat flow, yes, we will show that we all are pro

So don′t try test or try distress, and proud MCs don't follow

So boy, big up your chest, get your bulletproof vest

'Cause we nice up the spot, hey mate, just lick a shot

[Chorus]

Bebo, Fu-Schnickens is the stars of the show

[Verse 2]

When the mic is gripped in my grasp

I go fast, I laugh, I stress not slow

Your tip′s coming down ′cause I can't

Understand, not me, it′s the demo

But wait till I finish, finish the rhyme that I start from the get-go

All MCs who bite our style, well, please, let go

Ah, it goes (It goes)

But why do you think MCs will go on so?

Because they know we're dynamite like JJ

Then I say, "Hey, what you boy do next?"

Grab the mic tight, shine the spotlight, then recite

Lyrics I be spittin′ through my Fu-Schnicken windpipe

Yo, Pa-Quan, your flow tight, was it dynamite?

Was it alright? It got me fooled way past midnight

Is it my turn? Yes, you boy be quick

I asked, "Is it my turn?" Me go about to flip

Well, I'm about to flip, I grip the style up on the mic

Like two men light the sun, and my outset will ignite a mic

For all my lyrical might and thrust and bust in my past an MC

Let′s see, was it you? Couldn't be

Because MCs, they step, yes, and step to the wrong man

I can handle the man, I command, stand up, 'cause I′m a strong man

MCs get stiff and get vexed, yo, when I chat or sing

But those are a few of our favorite things

Yo, give me a mic and beat and watch me flow off

Then I go off and show off and blow off steam ′cause I'm the pro of

This brand new style that I compile with lyrical swing

And present a past tense tune, oh, yes, we′ll sing (Swing it)

Bring, brang, brought a new style

Sing, sang, sung for a while

He saw, seen an MC

Take, took, took in my rhyme

Read, wrote, read and rewrote the same rhyme

At the time that he said it, he bit into my style

And me didn't get vexed or fessed an MC who won′t act hostile

So what? You think that they can beat us?

And if I ever flip or slip on the mic

They flake like they're gypped and

Wanted to beat you and also greet you, with me, you wanna riff?

So, so, just wait a while and tell the jacks to wait a while

Out of my grippin′, out of my flippin', technique, peep the style

So I proceed to grip this mic that I cup

'Til it overflows with lyric shifts and gimmicks and it′s stuck

To the rim or let′s say brim like a fat branch or limb

I'm sensing my lonely riddim or any bassline that is given

Step, don′t step, don't step to the mic

′Cause you can't compete with these lyrics that are sweet, peace

[Outro]

And you don′t stop

You know what I'm saying? Yo, what's up, Pa?

Yo, son, what′s up?

Yo, I′d like to give a shout out to the Bush

Yeah, the Bush, oh, the Bush

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, where's my chicken wings at, huh?

I′d like to give a shout out

Yo, word, shout out to the White Staff and Yao Ming

And Clap Jacks, nigga

Yo, where is my chicken wings?

I'll make you get off my Chinese ass

Yo, I′ll take a piece of my cousin Kung Fu

Can you give me some duck sauce, please?

No, no, no

Oh no, oh no, no more duck sauce, no more

Give me some soy sauce for my chicken wings

Yo, let me have half of your chicken and fried rice, man

Yo, yo, that's not cool

No, man, I′m hungry

Let me have some hot pork

Yo, just stop, cool

Why you got to be like that for?

Why you got to get these niggas so cheap though?

Please don't fight