Flavor For The Non-Believes

Yo, this is flavor for the non believes

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

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 wannaThe little

Don Ho drug dealer [Incomprehensible] 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 bullshit

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

ScarfaceLike

I said it before, shorty scores,

I get rawFor the cause, battle me, take a loss

I steal shows like

Bel Biv Devoe'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

Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin' old gold

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

Prodigy, verbally tragic and

I'm toxicCheck out the way, check out the way, the way that

I drop itYou know my style, step back 'cause

I'm buck wild

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

BuddhaMC'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

DonSmooth 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

Niggas 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 didI did it so

I done, kill another nigga kid'

Cause I don't give a mother****ing and you do

That's why your stupid ass got bucked outta luck

Never took the time to wish

Took a mother****er down then

I'm out like quick

Nestle chocolate, munch like it's [Incomprehensible]

That was then, this is now,

I'm goin' for the gold

Thirty yard touchdown,

Mr. Shortdick niggas bullshit just for the sport

But not without the jimmy 'cause bullshit

Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that

I ain't with

Oh bullshit, 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 bullshit-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