Flavor for the Non Believes歌词

作词 : Havoc/The Prodigy/Kerwin E. "Sleek" Young
作曲 : Havoc/The Prodigy/Kerwin E. "Sleek" Young
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 **********p'
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 bull**********t 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
******z 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 ******' kid'
Cause I don't give a mother****** and you do
That's why your stupid ass got bucked outta luck
Never took the time to wish
Took a ********** 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. Short******' ******z ********** just for the sport
But not without the jimmy 'cause **********
Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that
I ain't with
Oh **********t, 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 **********-ass ****** 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