[45 king] Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The queen latifah, the king of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock
my hand I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread
[Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit 'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit Flavor unit, it
Yoke the joker There are too many overnight MC's but one And too many wacked who haven't paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit And
Anybody I get with start rhymin different You're old like frozen biscuits Delete your cheap service deliver raps like fleet service Empire structure, elite service The united
even got the time to sprout So you could never give me body or come in my house The flavor unit is doing back again this year How many flavors of the flavor
Prospect And to my brother down South, nuff respect Bendecion, mija, Papi My cousins Big F, Pote, Michael and Jerome To all my engineers, Native Tongue and Flavor Unit
The microphone, yeah, the kid's no joke Tell your hoe to get off of my dick Hypnotized by this shit that I spit Yeah, slow flow new flavor in your ear
stalker of New York that fucks up the underground I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique
in my frigerator (Ugh) So damn an investigator When I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailer (Ugh) I'm the king of Decatur man Got that fruity dro any kinda flavor
my 500 Ben behind the '96 Explorer I pull the keys out my pocket and I started to G Bo-Loc back seat strapped down with heat Track after track, unit after unit
not, ya not ready for as of yet Now check it out Chorus Tribe called quest has a title(title!) Kid capri dem have a title(title!) Flavor unit has a
[Flavor Flav] Yeah that's right Chuck man, that's what you gotta do You got to tell 'em JUST LIKE THAT, you know what I'm sayin? Cause yo, man let me
Sand, A chemical hate poison greed drippin' plant, They control they tax they possess this land, One nation indivisible united we stand, We The People... We The People Are United
's a brawler Bring your tallest champs like that much taller Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant Camps and cliques, units
[pmd] Word 'em up, check it out Pmd's in the house Nine-four, you know the flavor.. Mmm, funk mode Word 'em up So whattup whattup? yeah it's time to
approachin' I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin' Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units While y'all niggaz
Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now? [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again [Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now