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[Havoc]

Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes

Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed

And by the way, this is all the way live

And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes

Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wanna

The little Don Ho drug dealer ? performer

At my height, I'm described as a midget

But it ain't about height - it's about, "Can I Kick It?"

Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill

I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'

You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent

I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood

And when I kick MC's abandon ship

Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse

Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring

Cause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine

Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante

So explicit even porno flicks ban me

And girls gel me like jheri curl activate

The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin

Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin

This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste

Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place

I cook you up, like Uptown raw base

And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface

Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw

for the cause, battle me, take a loss

I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's

and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes

You know the flavor kid, give me my props

Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..


Check it, this is flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes

Check it, this is flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes


[Prodigy]

Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold

Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll

Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic

Check out the way check out the way the way that I drop it

You know my style, step back, cause I'm buckwild

All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile

Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler

And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha

MC's can't get with Mister Mister

Money don't fake moves cause I probably hit your sister

I'm on a mission word is bond

Word to God, I goes on.. the little Don

Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic

Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic

I murder with the brain of Hitler black

And me bein weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that


This is flavor for the

This is flavor for the non believes

Flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes


[Havoc]

Niggaz don't understand first of all

I rip when I rip check it, never stall

Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours

I'm goin all out, check it

You thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did

I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid

Cause I don't give a motherFUCK, and you do

That's why your stupid ass got bucked

Outta luck, never took the time to wish

Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick

Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?

That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold

Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short

Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport

But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays

knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't with

Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go

with another fly groove, cause I'm so smooth

Never like to brag, but I, do it still

Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil'

So next time kid you wanna beef just chill

before I break your ass up to bits

How many licks would it take

Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks


This is flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes

This is flavor for the non believes