Tom Coyne - Flavor for the Non Believes lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc] Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pa** 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 ? 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 p**no 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 BelBivDevoe'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 bullsh** stops.. [Hook] 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 j**els 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, 40 dog, and a smile Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha MC'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 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 [Hook] 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] n***as 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 did I did it so I done, k** another f**in' kid Cause I don't give a motherfu*k, and you do That's why your stupid a** got bucked Outta luck, never took the time to wish Took a b**h down then I'm out like quick Nestle chocolate, munch like it's buffet That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short f**in n***as b**hes just for the sport But not without the jimmy, cause b**hes nowadays Knows magic tricks, and that I ain't with Oh sh**, 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 a** up to bits How many licks would it take Check it out one two three b**h-a** n***a licks [Hook] 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