Flavor For The Non Believes

[Intro: Havoc]

Yo

[Verse 1: Havoc]

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, plus 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 wanna 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 Bell 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

[Chorus: Havoc]

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

[Verse 2: 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, forty dog, and a smile

Baby Grand Puba, little Rick the Ruler

And in my pocket is a crazy fat bag of Buddha

MCs 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

[Chorus: Havoc]

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

[Verse 3: Havoc]

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 wouldn't 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

Out of luck, never took the time to wish

Took a bitch down, then I'm out like quick

Nestlé chocolate, munch like it's buffet

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

Thirty-yard touchdown, Mr. Short

Fuckin' niggas' bitches just for the sport

But not without the jimmy

'Cause bitches nowadays know magic 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 forty, 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 lace

[Chorus Havoc]

'Cause 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