[Havoc]    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 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 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 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 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       [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, 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       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       [Havoc]    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 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    Outta luck, never took the time to wish    Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick    Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?    That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold    Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short    Fuckin 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