作词 : Havoc, Prodigy, Young
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 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 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 
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 weed, 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
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 didI 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 [Incomprehensible]
That was then, this is now, 
I'm goin' for the gold
Thirty yard touchdown, 
Mr. ShortFuckin' 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