FU-Schnickens Lyrics, Meaning & Videos
Matthew Perez
Updated on March 16, 2026
BREAKDOWN
FU-Schnickens Lyrics
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[Chorus]
The flow will break you down
Bet the flow will break you down
I gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flows
That's bound to leave you bangin' when it gets exposed
So run up to your counters, and go and get your tickets
I know you got dreams of roasting me hot
But I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shop
The dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanatic
And nadic, with the crazy flow that's automatic
Flowin' like them bolts from the sky like Zeus
An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
or protractor, you don't have no nactor
Hang with me, come with the steez and see I'm no actor
That shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own dice
so we call roll, gonna lose, I'm takin' all your dough
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
With the sound full of spunk as we break it down
'cause it's...
[Chorus]
ah, ah, ah, ah-choo!
What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo
The sniveling, huh-huh-ha
see-see-see-coughing, hah-choo!
Stuffy, naughty, nappy
Check-a the box, dreadlox fox
So na, hic-up, na, hic-up
What's up? tic-tic-tock, oops!
Shiver me timber now boots
Oh my gosh, oh my goose
Shucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-ups
And I rips up many tracks
Jumpin' Johosafat
Don't make a sound, I see you rabbit
Tracks, like thunder and lightening
Watch the frightening, can't you tell?
I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so
I lumps 'em, bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitches
They're mad, can we run
>From rags unto riches
Now my scruples, I lose 'em
Damage, I bruise 'em
I'm two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??
I got secrets, Bo, I don't know
Like loco, I'm ???
I'm changing, visions blurry
So call me, um, Quasemoto
And yo, I'll switch up
hic-up!
switch up
hic-up!
switch up
hic-up!
switch-up
hah
With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
Then I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphone
Yo, rip it
And I freaks it
hic-up!
freaks it
hic-up!
When I freaks it with my drunken technique
I'm makin' pimps squeak
But now it's whacker than the ???
Way up shits creek
So don't sleep, when it's time to creep
We roll my jeep
And if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freak
To break you down
[Chorus]
The funk makes me tipsy, got the whisky
Yo, can this be the funkdafied horror
tomorrow I'll flip tip
See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies
The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammer
I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean
And on my screens than Vanna White
How should I roll when I write?
Then light the spliff, now it's time to recite
a verse, a hurse you be leavin' in
believe me when I say what I feel, and it's real, not like TV
And science fiction, my addiction is the funk
With more fumes than a skunk, 'cause I'm bound to jump
So check the sound
[Chorus]
Overall Meaning
The lyrics of FU-Schnickens' song Breakdown can be interpreted in different ways, but the overall message is about the power of their flow and their ability to break down anyone who tries to compete with them. The chorus emphasizes this by repeating that the flow will break you down. The first verse boasts about the rapper's style and skill, describing it as wicked and automatic. The second verse is more playful, with the rapper using onomatopoeia and nonsense words to show off his ability to improvise and switch up his flow. He also mentions getting tipsy and high, which adds to the carefree, fun vibe of the song. Overall, the lyrics are a testament to the group's confidence and ability to flow effortlessly.
Line by Line Meaning
The flow will break you down
The emcee's flow is so sick that it will break you down and leave you banging when it's exposed.
Bet the flow will break you down
The emcee is so certain on the quality of their flow that they are willing to bet their reputation that it will break you down.
I gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flows
The emcee is so skilled on the mic that they have no problem delivering rhythmic flows that will leave you amazed.
That's bound to leave you bangin' when it gets exposed
The emcee's skills are bound to leave the audience banging their heads when they are exposed to it.
'cause the way I could display my style is wicked
The emcee's style is so impressive that it's considered wicked.
So run up to your counters, and go and get your tickets
The emcee is so confident in their abilities that they encourage their audience to buy tickets to their upcoming shows.
I know you got dreams of roasting me hot
The emcee knows that there are others out there who have dreams of embarrassing them.
But I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shop
The emcee's skills are so sweet and impressive that they are comparable to a delicious candy.
The dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanatic
The emcee describes themself as a soul fanatic with a dramatic and crafty style.
And nadic, with the crazy flow that's automatic
The emcee's flow is so automatic and smooth that it's incredible.
Flowin' like them bolts from the sky like Zeus
The emcee's flow is so electrifying that it's comparable to bolts of lightning from Zeus himself.
An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
The emcee is an old schooler who drops mathematical rhymes with precision, like a ruler.
or protractor, you don't have no nactor
In comparison to the emcee's skills, their competition has no actors, meaning they aren't even worthy enough to be compared.
Hang with me, come with the steez and see I'm no actor
The emcee encourages others to hang with them and see that their skills are really that impressive, and not just an act.
That shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own dice
The emcee believes in being real and honest with their skills, so they encourage others to bring their own dice and take their chances.
so we call roll, gonna lose, I'm takin' all your dough
They confidently state that they will roll the dice and the audience will lose, resulting in them taking all of their money.
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
The emcee will physically fight those who doubt their skills and then go on to showcase them in the town.
With the sound full of spunk as we break it down
The sound of the emcee is full of energy and spunk as they break it down with their skills.
ah, ah, ah, ah-choo!
The emcee suddenly sneezes.
What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
The emcee tries to think of what they should do next, but decides to just keep the party going.
I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo
The emcee humorously compares themselves to Mr. Magoo, meaning they can't see a thing.
The sniveling, huh-huh-ha see-see-see-coughing, hah-choo!
The emcee describes themselves sniveling and coughing.
Stuffy, naughty, nappy Check-a the box, dreadlox fox
The emcee describes themselves as stuffy, and compares their hair to a dreadlocked fox.
So na, hic-up, na, hic-up What's up? tic-tic-tock, oops!
The emcee makes hiccup sounds and then a clock sound, indicating that time is running out.
Shiver me timber now boots Oh my gosh, oh my goose
The emcee exclaims in shock and surprise.
Shucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-ups
The emcee acknowledges that they have the hiccups again.
And I rips up many tracks Jumpin' Johosafat
The emcee boasts about how they have ripped up many tracks, like Jumpin' Johosafat.
Don't make a sound, I see you rabbit Tracks, like thunder and lightening
The emcee warns others not to make a sound and describes their tracks as being like thunder and lightning.
Watch the frightening, can't you tell?
The emcee points out how frightening their skills are.
I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so
The emcee realizes that they are considered crazy by some, but others don't know them well enough to realize their true potential.
I lumps 'em, bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitches
The emcee talks about how they physically hurt their competition, leaving them with black eyes and stitches.
They're mad, can we run From rags unto riches
The emcee acknowledges that their competition is mad and that they can't escape from their rise from rags to riches.
Now my scruples, I lose 'em Damage, I bruise 'em
The emcee talks about losing their morals and hurting their competition.
I'm two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??
The emcee admits to being two-faced and jokes that they should be called something absurd.
I got secrets, Bo, I don't know Like loco, I'm ???
The emcee has some secrets they don't know about, and compares themselves to being crazy.
I'm changing, visions blurry So call me, um, Quasemoto
The emcee talks about how they are constantly changing and that their vision is blurred, so they jokingly suggest being called Quasemoto.
And yo, I'll switch up
The emcee promises to switch up their style and skills.
With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
The emcee assures their audience that they will quickly pick up their skills, whether they have the hiccups or not.
Then I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphone
The emcee showcases their unique Fu-schnick styles to the microphone.
Yo, rip it And I freaks it hic-up! freaks it
The emcee tells their audience to rip it, and then they apply their own unique style to it.
When I freaks it with my drunken technique I'm makin' pimps squeak
The emcee mentions their unique drunken technique when they apply their style, which makes pimps squeak with excitement.
But now it's whacker than the ??? Way up shits creek
The emcee acknowledges that their current situation may be bad, but they are determined to push through and continue to showcase their skills.
So don't sleep, when it's time to creep We roll my jeep
The emcee encourages their audience to stay woke and ready to creep with them, as they roll around in their jeep.
And if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freak
In case things get intense, the emcee has backup of the five sticks freaks to come to their aid.
To break you down
The ultimate goal of the emcee is to break down their competition with their skills.
The funk makes me tipsy, got the whisky
The emcee admits that the funk makes them tipsy, so they have the whisky to keep them going.
Yo, can this be the funkdafied horror tomorrow I'll flip tip
The emcee questions if this is the funkdafied horror and jokes that they may flip their style the next day.
See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammer
The emcee's blurry vision is corrected when they see the funk, which helps them speak the correct grammar.
I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean And on my screens than Vanna White
The emcee describes their style of rocking a bandanna and having a clean-shaven head, and jokingly compares their appearance to Vanna White.
How should I roll when I write? Then light the spliff, now it's time to recite
The emcee wonders how they should roll with their writing, and then decides to light a spliff and start to recite their rhymes.
a verse, a hurse you be leavin' in believe me when I say what I feel, and it's real, not like TV
The emcee promises their audience that they will leave them in a hearse with their rhymes, and assures them that what they say and feel is real and not fake like TV.
And science fiction, my addiction is the funk With more fumes than a skunk, 'cause I'm bound to jump
The emcee admits that their addiction is the funk and incorporates a humorous comparison to a skunk.
So check the sound
The emcee encourages their audience to check out their sound.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: RODERICK LEMONT KIRKPATRICK, RODERICK ROACHFORD, LENNOX MATURINE, LARRY TROUTMAN, ROGER TROUTMAN, GARRY MARSHALL SHIDER, DAVID L. SPRADLEY, GEORGE JR. CLINTON
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