"WHERE THE FU SCHNICKENS @?" lyrics
(feat. Chip Fu)
Fu Schnickens at Where
Chip Fu, nigga
La Smoove
'Cause we ain't got nothing to prove
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, yeah yeah, all right, come on. Shit's whack. Uh-huh
And where the food snickers at?
[Chip Fu:]
It's Chip Fu. Yo Ras Kass thanks for the big ups
If you ever need me my friend, call me—I'ma pick up
I'm here!
[Ras Kass:]
I ain't run this race
To take second place
Strive to be the best and still respect the greats
But ain't no one iller than me
Who you consider to be
Can get it too!
And I ain't gotta name names: just take a selfie— yeah, nigga, you!
Money calling collect—send it through
I'm driven like 10 to 2
East Coast, West Coast, old school, new school
Black nigga, white boys
Ain't even in the conversation if you don't write, boy
Seems like overnight, boy
We was mixing Kool-Aid and Night Train
Back in the days, nigga called me "Raisin" in the 9th grade
They wasn't playing black music on MTV
Except Michael Jackson and Prince
That ain't street, no offense
Then The Box opened doors and hardcore got exposure
Regional rappers got the chance to be heard all over
Black Entertainment Television took hip hop over the top
Underground artists going mainstream, even pop!
Thanks to Washington DC. Then it stopped:
2000, November 3
When Bob Johnson sold BET
Viacom watered it down
Gentrified the town
Took the messages out and simplified the sound
No more Tavis Smiley
They canceled Teen Summit
They phased out The Bars and dumbed it down to the dumbest
Ugh. Shit's whack
And where the Fu Schnickens at?
[Chip Fu:]
It's just me
I'm the last of a dying breed
And until my last breath, just keep your eye on me
For real
[Ras Kass:]
Somebody call Shaq—
[Shaq:]
Does this now make you the greatest, are you now the GOAT?!
[Chip Fu:]
It's Chip Fu
I'm setting levels like I did before
I ain't where none of y'all nigga at—I'm on a different floor
[Ras Kass:]
Meanwhile, the streets warring, the pre-postmortem
He bought retro Jordans—other nigga couldn't afford 'em
And Jordan ain't giving a fuck so I started rocking the foreigns
Balenciagas or Vans—so at least I'm fashion in Florence
At peace, stopping in Torrance
A beast, locking them horns
A beat and I could perform
In a dingy dive bar or selling out at the (KIA) Forum
I speak with my cranium
Hard-headed
Dip my dick in Vibranium
Wakanda Forever
Y'all been hating for 20 years now nigga, just give me my cheddar
'Cause I've been getting and giving nigga black-eyes
After I got signed
Before Tim Reid sold me 'That Guy'
That's why
Plus I fathered your style
But your brand more popular—I get it
Right now, you more famous and richer—I dig it
But money don't make the man
And I ain't one of these bitches
My name Ras Kass, I manhandle these hoes
You in real life imitating scripted reality shows
Not here to amuse you
I'm here to confuse you
Never know—I might just be MF Doom, too
Bitch is Basic
Lauren got me the LASIK
To see through the Matrix
I ain't saying it's racist
I'm saying it's culturally appropriated
I hear black music but I don't see no black faces
Yo that shit whack
Uh-huh
And where the Fu Schnickens at?
[Chip Fu:]
I'm right here if you ever need me
I'm just a phone call away. Trust me bro, that's easy
All love
Chip Fu, nigga
La Smoove
'Cause we ain't got nothing to prove
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, yeah yeah, all right, come on. Shit's whack. Uh-huh
And where the food snickers at?
[Chip Fu:]
It's Chip Fu. Yo Ras Kass thanks for the big ups
If you ever need me my friend, call me—I'ma pick up
I'm here!
[Ras Kass:]
I ain't run this race
To take second place
Strive to be the best and still respect the greats
But ain't no one iller than me
Who you consider to be
Can get it too!
And I ain't gotta name names: just take a selfie— yeah, nigga, you!
Money calling collect—send it through
I'm driven like 10 to 2
East Coast, West Coast, old school, new school
Black nigga, white boys
Ain't even in the conversation if you don't write, boy
Seems like overnight, boy
We was mixing Kool-Aid and Night Train
Back in the days, nigga called me "Raisin" in the 9th grade
They wasn't playing black music on MTV
Except Michael Jackson and Prince
That ain't street, no offense
Then The Box opened doors and hardcore got exposure
Regional rappers got the chance to be heard all over
Black Entertainment Television took hip hop over the top
Underground artists going mainstream, even pop!
Thanks to Washington DC. Then it stopped:
2000, November 3
When Bob Johnson sold BET
Viacom watered it down
Gentrified the town
Took the messages out and simplified the sound
No more Tavis Smiley
They canceled Teen Summit
They phased out The Bars and dumbed it down to the dumbest
Ugh. Shit's whack
And where the Fu Schnickens at?
[Chip Fu:]
It's just me
I'm the last of a dying breed
And until my last breath, just keep your eye on me
For real
[Ras Kass:]
Somebody call Shaq—
[Shaq:]
Does this now make you the greatest, are you now the GOAT?!
[Chip Fu:]
It's Chip Fu
I'm setting levels like I did before
I ain't where none of y'all nigga at—I'm on a different floor
[Ras Kass:]
Meanwhile, the streets warring, the pre-postmortem
He bought retro Jordans—other nigga couldn't afford 'em
And Jordan ain't giving a fuck so I started rocking the foreigns
Balenciagas or Vans—so at least I'm fashion in Florence
At peace, stopping in Torrance
A beast, locking them horns
A beat and I could perform
In a dingy dive bar or selling out at the (KIA) Forum
I speak with my cranium
Hard-headed
Dip my dick in Vibranium
Wakanda Forever
Y'all been hating for 20 years now nigga, just give me my cheddar
'Cause I've been getting and giving nigga black-eyes
After I got signed
Before Tim Reid sold me 'That Guy'
That's why
Plus I fathered your style
But your brand more popular—I get it
Right now, you more famous and richer—I dig it
But money don't make the man
And I ain't one of these bitches
My name Ras Kass, I manhandle these hoes
You in real life imitating scripted reality shows
Not here to amuse you
I'm here to confuse you
Never know—I might just be MF Doom, too
Bitch is Basic
Lauren got me the LASIK
To see through the Matrix
I ain't saying it's racist
I'm saying it's culturally appropriated
I hear black music but I don't see no black faces
Yo that shit whack
Uh-huh
And where the Fu Schnickens at?
[Chip Fu:]
I'm right here if you ever need me
I'm just a phone call away. Trust me bro, that's easy
All love
